Tigris and Chloe Robinson Chloe
Chloe Robinson Chloe Robinson
11/10/12
Period 7
A Day in the Life of a Slave Slaves. The worse kind of person to be in Mesopotamia. They live on the bottom class. And that is exactly what I am. I work twelve hours straight each day for a farmer. The bad part is there are no breaks. “Hey You!” my head shot straight up. I pointed at myself. “Yeah, You!” As I walked toward the farmer, the sun beat down on my damaged skin causing me to slow my pace. “I haven’t got all day.” Complained the farmer. One I reached her she told me the most amazing thing ever. “I have noticed that you have been working very hard.” She made a regretful sigh. “So you can take the rest of the day off” My eyes widened. “Are you telling the truth?” The farmer just rolled her eyes. I screamed with excitement, but not too loud so the other slaves would hear. “Don’t get used to it!” She said as I was skipping away. I just stuck my thumb up above my head. I decided to roam around the middle class. It was great! I couldn’t have been more amazed. There were artisans, musicians, merchants and more. I was having the time of my life until… “What is a dirty little slave like you doing here?” The musician stopped playing, The artisan stopped creating and the merchant stopped selling. “Go back to the slave land!” cried a woman grasping her baby even tighter than before. “Wait! No! I mean no harm!” They didn’t seem to care. I didn’t know how mean those people could be. All the stories I have heard. They seemed so nice. But now, now I knew who they were. They were just rude. I remember how much I wanted to live here. Slaves may be miserable, but at least we were kind to one another. I started to run. The farther I got, the more the voices faded. Once I got back, I went to my hut and covered
11/10/12
Period 7
A Day in the Life of a Slave Slaves. The worse kind of person to be in Mesopotamia. They live on the bottom class. And that is exactly what I am. I work twelve hours straight each day for a farmer. The bad part is there are no breaks. “Hey You!” my head shot straight up. I pointed at myself. “Yeah, You!” As I walked toward the farmer, the sun beat down on my damaged skin causing me to slow my pace. “I haven’t got all day.” Complained the farmer. One I reached her she told me the most amazing thing ever. “I have noticed that you have been working very hard.” She made a regretful sigh. “So you can take the rest of the day off” My eyes widened. “Are you telling the truth?” The farmer just rolled her eyes. I screamed with excitement, but not too loud so the other slaves would hear. “Don’t get used to it!” She said as I was skipping away. I just stuck my thumb up above my head. I decided to roam around the middle class. It was great! I couldn’t have been more amazed. There were artisans, musicians, merchants and more. I was having the time of my life until… “What is a dirty little slave like you doing here?” The musician stopped playing, The artisan stopped creating and the merchant stopped selling. “Go back to the slave land!” cried a woman grasping her baby even tighter than before. “Wait! No! I mean no harm!” They didn’t seem to care. I didn’t know how mean those people could be. All the stories I have heard. They seemed so nice. But now, now I knew who they were. They were just rude. I remember how much I wanted to live here. Slaves may be miserable, but at least we were kind to one another. I started to run. The farther I got, the more the voices faded. Once I got back, I went to my hut and covered