Personal Narrative: My Trip To The Slave Home

“You know that he beat Leroy when he he tried to run away from the slave yard”.
”Ok coming I will meet you back at the yard yelled tyrone”. So I ran fast enough to make it to the plantation before anyone could see him. When I got back to the slave yard, I went inside the slave house. There were two other people I did not know they waved at me, and I waved back.
Then the slave master walked in the house he yelled, “Why are you just sitting there? Get to work!” I sat up and walked to the fields. There were five other slaves there already. I lived on a cotton plantation in Mississippi and it had been my dream to make it to the free states. We worked until night then went to the slave house. We had a good master who gave us a slave house with beds all
There was so much brush I could barely see five feet in front of me so i decided to see if there was a better path I could follow i saw a hill in the distance that i could get to higher ground so i could see. It was a two mile hike to the hill but when i got there i could see the Mississippi river so I decided to follow it. It was a couple miles away so it took me an hour to get there. By that time it was around noon I was beginning to get hungry. I decided to stop and try to catch some fish from the river so I jumped in and i saw one i lunged at it and got ahold of its long tail. I brought it to the shores and ate it it tasted very slimey. I decided to stop for the night so I found a place where I could crawl under a brush pile and go to sleep. And i wondered how far I was to one of the free states. When i woke up i looked out and no one was there I was starting to get lonely so I started walking still following the river my feet were getting all bloody and they had cuts all over them. But i could not stop someone could be watching me just waiting for the time to strike. I walked about three miles and I saw some people on horseback they looked