Run Andre Run Short Story

Run Andre Run Man it was very hot today. When i picked up the water buckets to carry too our shed i could feel the sizzling metal nearly giving me blisters on my lower fingertips. I had to drop them it felt like my fingers were melting off. Mother yelled at me.
“Andre better bring them buckets here before master sees and you know you can't afford a whipping this early in the week.”
“I apologize ma’am,” i replied nervously
I picked the buckets back up and started carrying them over to the well. Thank god the well was finally full, that definitely to me way longer than it was supposed too. I walked over to our shed too see if my mom needed anything and she didn't and i was glad i needed a break. I Took my cup too the well without anyone seeing and got me some water. I'm so ready for this week too be over this is me my sister and my mom's last week here before we get sold off hopefully as a whole. I heard that sometimes they keep the strongest by their self and take the weaker to a littler farm.
All i had to do was help my little sister with the cotton and the weeds. While i was helping her i was thinking about when we get moved. Maybe i won't get sold. And if i did what will i do here by myself. I needed too talk too my mom.
It was later that day and i walked in our shed my mom was sewing a dress. I asked if she had time too talk she said of course. I asked what would happen to me if i was left behind tomorrow. She started saying stuff like that won't happen that's impossible but we both know that i'll get left i mean i'm 14 about 5’8 and work very hard ill either stay here or get moved to a huge plant in a couple years. So i made my decision if i didn't get picked i'm running