Alison by Ashleigh, 6-W

January 3, 1840
Hi, my name is Ali. Real name: Alison Olivia Marvae. I am 13 years old and I'm a slave. I have no momma, brother, or sister. Only Dadda and a dolly named Grace. That is what we were gonna name my sister. She died from a terrible sickness after she was born, and my Mother got whipped to death by Mater Workshire. He's "Our" master. He is so rude. He knew my Momma had to lay down because she was about to faint. He just knew it and he whipped her soo much. I hate him! I love my Momma dearly. And if I did something bad, or couldn't work because I was sick, I bet he would whip me worse than eva before. I don't know it's such a disgrace to not work cause we are sick. It's not fair. Tomorrow me and my Dad are planning to get outta here. We are goin' on something called The Underground Railroad with some other slaves. I'm still scared. What will Master Workshire do to use if he finds out? Yet worse, do to us if he finds us? Lord, please help me, my dadda, and other slaves get outta here. Please, please help us.

January 4, 1840
We are in a safe house waitin' to get out. We are a little far out but I think he is still gonna get us. Me and Dadda are talkin' to the other slaves. Me and Naomi-she is a slave for Mr. Elitire, he is mean too, are thinking about trading dollies. It may give us good luck for the trip and maybe the rest of our lives. We have to separate. Meaning, I might lose another family member, she has been like a sista to me. And if her master gets her, like I said, another member gone. I am so scared.

January 5, 1840
I'm cryin' my heart out. Naomi is gone. I've got no friends. Now I'm thinking I aint gonna have a further life. And if that is too much to know, then I mean I aint gonna have a future. I wanna live the rest of my life. I'm won't be able to live with not any other person in my family. I'd be an only family. I'd feel overboard. I'm scared, forcing my self to not think bout it.

January 6, 1840
Great, we're gonna die. Master Workshire caught me and Father. What's goin to happen to us? Our future's is gone. It's worse than eva. Bein a slave is hard. I miss everyone. I hope Naomi's new dolly, Grace, and the rest of her family are ok. I'm a gonner. Help me. This diary, Dolly, and Dadda are all I have left. Only dolly, Dadda, and journal. And my journal is useless. Dolly was supposed to give me good luck. I guess it's time to give up.

January 7, 1840
I'm in huuuge trouble. Dadda is gone. Master Workshire is probably planning to do something bad to us. I know we shouldn't have gone. But it still doesn't make sense. How I was the last one living. How come he saved me for last? Maybe, am I the family member that lives? I want to be with my family in Heaven. Not alone...Just...Not alone.

January 8, 1840
I'm sick with a fever and Master. Workshire is workin' me. I'm goin' to faint, he still won't care. He got more slaves. I might as well try and live and be a family with new slaves. Their names are Mya, Hope, Landon, Jordan, and the Mom, Marciana.

January 10, 1840
I'm now a family. Mya and Hope are my sisters, Landon is my brother, and Jordan and Marciana are my new parents. I start to think I need to leave the past and think about my future. Leave my old family and friends but keep their ownings.