We have been enslaved with work, my family and I. Our hot lunches have been brought and my sister and I grab ours eagerly. My sister then tells me to; "Go away," and I do. I end up sitting alone on the curb, eating my hot bun with the apple. Later that day, I am very quiet, for I had been thinking about getting a better job when i am older, in the city. If I asked my mama or papa, they would say I was being silly and brush off anything I said after that.
While i am thinking about all that, a sharp pain rings through my finger....it was so sharp I screamed in pain and saw my thumb......or what was left of it. Pauline beside my brings her hands to her mouth and screams as well. All around us, people are staring, and those close enough are screaming and crying. I start to cry as Mr.Goldbod comes up behind me and steers me away from everyone else.
In his office, he tells me to go home and rest up, ready for next week. He hands me a damp rag and sends me out of his office.
Back downstairs, everyone else is back to their work, and nobody looks up as I walk out the mill's side door.
I head home in silence.
