Personal Narrative: Just A Dream

I’m a slave in Virginia working as a cotton picker on my master’s farm. I work through the intense heat from the sun. From sunrise to sunset I work knowing that every time I mess up I get a lash from my master. During the nights, my slave mates and I dream of the life we could live in the north, but that's just a dream it will probably never become a reality. That was Tuesday. Now, after many nights of dreaming, I finally decided to leave this horrid place. Tonight when everyone sleeps, I will take my chance to slip away in the darkness of the cool Saturday night and head to Moncure Conway in the northern parts of Virginia. The journey wasn’t easy, especially since I was traveling through the dark. I was traveling alone and every step I …show more content…
I still have some food from my first stop, so I’ll have to make sure it lasts until I get to the headquarters. While I was walking I stumbled upon a wanted sign that had my name on it. If I don’t be careful from this point on I could die! I can’t let that happen. I’m on my third night I have to get to the headquarters fast. I made it and I’m safe, but I won’t be for long I have to keep moving. John Brown said I can stay at his home in Pennsylvania. It will be a quick trip if I run, but I don’t think I have enough energy for that so I’ll have to stay hidden as best as I can. John said if I make sure to stay in the forest and to away from roads or any houses I’ll be fine. I really don’t want to get caught. I should be extra careful. Pennsylvania doesn’t seem like a safe place for me right now. I better run the rest of the way to John Brown’s house before sunrise. John Brown’s wife is so kind she said I can hide in the basement until sunrise. She also said she’ll bring me some food and some extra food for my next stop, Bethel AME Church. The church is all the way in New Jersey. John’s wife said it will take me at least thirty-five hours to get there. Good thing she packed me some extra food. I’m in the north, so I’m a tiny bit safer, but I won’t be sure I’m safe until I’m far away from southern …show more content…
Just three stops away from a better life, a life where I won’t have to live in fear. My next stop Foster Memorial Church. Another church, but it’s safe and I don’t want to take any chance sleeping in the forest. All I have left is two stops, about one hundred hours. I made it to the church, but before I left my hiding spot I spotted a slave hunter. I have to be careful, I know that man, just yards away from me, is looking for me. The church should have a back door; I just have to find a way to get there without getting spotted. Maybe the best option is to keep going, but it might be too