Milan Martinique closed the U.S. History textbook. “I hate this class! None of this stuff makes sense to me and it’s not like anyone is ever going to talk about this again after June 17th anyway”, Milan Martinique groaned aloud. As Milan Martinique got up from the desk in her room, Milan Martinique turned towards the bed and fell forward onto on the bed. As Milan Martinique’s eyes got heavier and heavier, all she could mutter was “who cares about the American Revolution? It is not like it affected history anyway”. As Milan Martinique fell off into dream land, she awoke on a Revolutionary battlefield. Milan Martinique was surrounded by injured soldiers with a baffled look on her face holding water, cotton, and bandages in her hands. Milan
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Milan Martinique looked with astonishment and mutter, “Oh my God, I am not home and in the lesson of my social studies class.” Sam looked confused and said, “What did you say?” Milan Martinique looked at her and said, “Oh it is nothing, just tell me how I can help?” A pretty white lady in a cream and blue navy gown yelled, “Samantha Lewis! It is time to leave!” Sam looked at Milan and said, “Just forget about helping …show more content…
Lewis jumped onto the horse and they were on their way. Milan looked at Sam and asked, “Well where I supposedly stay?” Sam responded in saying, “You must not really know what is going on, and well you stay in a tiny cottage on the plantation a little ways off from the property of the house with your brother and mother.” Milan Martinique asked, “Well where is my father?” Sam looked away from Milan Martinique and did not answer her. She said, “Sam…What!? Why aren’t you answering me?” Sam said, “Hush…Wait until we get home.” Milan Martinique said, “Fine.” They rode for about another 2 ½ miles in silence. When they approached the plantation Milan Martinique looked at Sam waiting for a response on her father. But Sam had jumped off the wagon and started to walk away towards the Victorian home. Milan Martinique said, “Wait…you owe me a response and explanation!” Sam looked and said, “Milan can we not talk about this now!” Milan Martinique said, “No, I deserve to know…we are speaking of my father, so talk!” Sam said, “Your father was a man who spoke his mind and was full of strength and courage. Your father was a slave for my father and he was lynched after not following an order and he was also a reader which is against the law. I am so sorry!!” Milan Martinique started to cry uncontrollably while running as far to the nearest tiny cottage Sam had spoken about. Milan Martinique was sitting on the
Milan Martinique looked with astonishment and mutter, “Oh my God, I am not home and in the lesson of my social studies class.” Sam looked confused and said, “What did you say?” Milan Martinique looked at her and said, “Oh it is nothing, just tell me how I can help?” A pretty white lady in a cream and blue navy gown yelled, “Samantha Lewis! It is time to leave!” Sam looked at Milan and said, “Just forget about helping …show more content…
Lewis jumped onto the horse and they were on their way. Milan looked at Sam and asked, “Well where I supposedly stay?” Sam responded in saying, “You must not really know what is going on, and well you stay in a tiny cottage on the plantation a little ways off from the property of the house with your brother and mother.” Milan Martinique asked, “Well where is my father?” Sam looked away from Milan Martinique and did not answer her. She said, “Sam…What!? Why aren’t you answering me?” Sam said, “Hush…Wait until we get home.” Milan Martinique said, “Fine.” They rode for about another 2 ½ miles in silence. When they approached the plantation Milan Martinique looked at Sam waiting for a response on her father. But Sam had jumped off the wagon and started to walk away towards the Victorian home. Milan Martinique said, “Wait…you owe me a response and explanation!” Sam looked and said, “Milan can we not talk about this now!” Milan Martinique said, “No, I deserve to know…we are speaking of my father, so talk!” Sam said, “Your father was a man who spoke his mind and was full of strength and courage. Your father was a slave for my father and he was lynched after not following an order and he was also a reader which is against the law. I am so sorry!!” Milan Martinique started to cry uncontrollably while running as far to the nearest tiny cottage Sam had spoken about. Milan Martinique was sitting on the