Experience at Auction
Here's a story that I have made up a couple of years ago for a history class.
"Hey Penny, how'd you get here, all of us are telling our experiences of how we ended up here.” Baby B asked me, “you haven’t said a peep, you usually talk in every conversation we have.” Baby B’s real name was Bailey; we called her Baby B because she had that baby face. She also got those big brown eyes just like her mother. “It’s a long story; I might not even finish telling you the story today.” Baby B gave me that look she gave when she wanted something really badly. “Fine,” I said, “but don’t blame me if we be sleeping late.” Everybody gathered around me like if I were telling them a bedtime story.
I began the day before I got auctioned in the year of 1710. We were inspected from the buyers that day, they would opened my mouth to see my teeth, pinched my limbs to see how muscular I was, but at my age then I wasn’t as muscular as I am now, some buyers would ask me questions to see if I had worked before. Some even told me to undress to see if I had any scars, I only had a couple of scars on my arms and legs from when I was on the ship.
The next day, after a couple of hours we were woken up, we were right away being sold. We were set up from our ages, oldest to youngest. I was around the end of the line so I was sold the next day.
Time went by so fast; it was the next day already. There were about 30 to 50 people ahead of me the whole time, meanwhile I was thinking what if I wasn’t sold, would I be killed, what if I was sold, would the family be nice or really mean. Each question I asked myself, my heart kept on pounding faster and faster, until I was next.
My heart practically stopped when the man called my name to go up. I refused to go up, so the man called up a muscular man to grab me. He picked me up like a sack of rice on his shoulders squishing me. I kept on wiggling trying to get loose, but it didn’t help. Right when he put me down, the seller began yelling more numbers
"Hey Penny, how'd you get here, all of us are telling our experiences of how we ended up here.” Baby B asked me, “you haven’t said a peep, you usually talk in every conversation we have.” Baby B’s real name was Bailey; we called her Baby B because she had that baby face. She also got those big brown eyes just like her mother. “It’s a long story; I might not even finish telling you the story today.” Baby B gave me that look she gave when she wanted something really badly. “Fine,” I said, “but don’t blame me if we be sleeping late.” Everybody gathered around me like if I were telling them a bedtime story.
I began the day before I got auctioned in the year of 1710. We were inspected from the buyers that day, they would opened my mouth to see my teeth, pinched my limbs to see how muscular I was, but at my age then I wasn’t as muscular as I am now, some buyers would ask me questions to see if I had worked before. Some even told me to undress to see if I had any scars, I only had a couple of scars on my arms and legs from when I was on the ship.
The next day, after a couple of hours we were woken up, we were right away being sold. We were set up from our ages, oldest to youngest. I was around the end of the line so I was sold the next day.
Time went by so fast; it was the next day already. There were about 30 to 50 people ahead of me the whole time, meanwhile I was thinking what if I wasn’t sold, would I be killed, what if I was sold, would the family be nice or really mean. Each question I asked myself, my heart kept on pounding faster and faster, until I was next.
My heart practically stopped when the man called my name to go up. I refused to go up, so the man called up a muscular man to grab me. He picked me up like a sack of rice on his shoulders squishing me. I kept on wiggling trying to get loose, but it didn’t help. Right when he put me down, the seller began yelling more numbers