8.RP.1.2

Airianna Thompson 2-28-12 Mrs. Clark- Vipers 4 Slave Artifact I am the quill. I know things no one else does. I've felt the tears of a young woman drip down my spine as she repeatedly brushed my body up against her nose. I can feel her pain. I know how scared she is of being caught writing letters to her mother. I know what will happen if she is caught. Her palms sweat as she writes her letters. Her pulse increases as a gust of wind hits me. She drops me...her master is staring, eyes red, full of fire. He drags her to the floor. The young woman screams helplessly as her master beats her to death. I know she is done for. The young woman is gone. She no longer needs me. Her mother will never know why she didn't receive a reply to her letter. Now I am alone, awaiting the next brave slave who will use me. I am the quill.