Prologue 2

 The Plantation estate 

The plantation estate has become home to us as blacks, the men work very early on it every day, that's their duty to their masters for giving them a place to call home, the plantation of good childhood memories! Indeed, was home to others but some hell as remember! 

Sarah, a good friend of mine but still never stays out of trouble. Runs in with her messy hair always, looking dirty.  "Isabelle" loves changing names especially adding hers.

"Let's go, the field is empty to play on!" She calls, not again! I always get in trouble when playing with her but my mother's insisted

Wow! Today is Sarah's lucky day! She smirks, holds on to my arm, and drags us go.

" Hold on tight!" As she alarmed running fast than the cheetah itself. We ran and ran till we get to the field. There're some black kids there playing and swinging around. On the other side, there was a  boundary separating us from the white kids playing alongside the other path.

"Wow! They look like Whiteley" she assumed,

"You mean white" l correct "whatever" she rolls her eyes. "Why don't we play a prank on them" 

"No Sarah, that's against the rules. Remember we stay on our path and they stay on theirs" I warned hoping that word will work but instead it's worst the case.

"That's it's! Do they always see themselves as a god, and we? We are nothing but slaves to them. Cleaning and washing their dirty shoes even if the slavery abolition was already published we still have none freedom!" She goes on and on, but she's right, we still did not have freedom. "My mother said God lives up and not down that means they're not God!" With the support of the rest kids giving Sarah the knowledge and guts to cross the lion cub. She picks up a stone and throws it across the boundaries along with her follows contestants making the white kids run away. I know that means trouble! Trouble is coming! Seeing some of them bleeding from the throwing stones but Sarah and her followers never hesitate to stop. 

"We won!" As they shout out in joy rising up their hands in victory, I knew something is wrong haven't seen the parents of kids approaching, 

The first sound we heard, was a gunshot pierce on the head of Sarah.

"Run!" We ran, some of us made it, and others dead, "Sarah!" That was the last word my mouth calls, She's dead and gone just like that.

Those who survived like me couldn't tell the story of what happened, the story turned against us as fault for playing with the guns.

I missed her, her crazy acts and stupid words I miss them all, Sarah! Since then, we never cross our boundaries.

All black kids choose to play on their doorsteps. Black means hatred, pains in my world. I believe there is no way for me in this world. 

Black is a sin in my world.