(I'm not racist in anyway. We're reading about this in my class and I need a good story. Enjoy!OH BTWi am not gonna write the n word in this, i know they probably said it but i don't like it)

Leshawna followed Harriet Tubman, through the freezing cold. She was freezing and starving. It was in the dead of the night.

"Just a little bit further now. We'll meet my friend Thomas Garret."

Leshawna had already seen her threatened one guy with the gun on her side. She didn't want to get threatened. She sighed.

"Do not ever give up hope now. No matter what anybody tells you. Just think what the freedom's gonna be like in Canada. Think of what it'd feel like!"

Leshawna though,"Right now it doesn't feel good."

She walked up a steep hill as some slave hunters started marching down the street. Harriet gave them the signal to hide.

Leshawna hid in a large bush. A slave hunter got so close, that she could smell him and a dog growled at the bush.

"Who's there?"

Leshawna moved back as the slave hunter grabbed at the bush. He missed her slightly by a hair.

"Damn, colors."

Leshawna saw Harriet get out of her hiding place after they walked away. She looked at Harriet, but Harriet kept walking.

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Somewhere in Pennsylvania there was a trader. Norbert McGrady, was his name. He traveled with his wife Doris, and their eighteen year old son, Harold. Harold never really wanted to be a trader, and hated being under his father's name. His mother understood, his father pushed him, and pushed him. Harold saw lots of weird inventions from other people. It fascinated him, and he towed around with some and even made them better. What he didn't know was, his father was about to inherit a plantation system.

One day Harold came downstairs to see his mother cooking up a storm.

"Mother, what is the feast for?"

"Your father has big news!", she smiled and sat the table.

Harold's father walked in and sat down.

"Harold, Doris. I'm quitting trading."

"Father! What do you mean!", Harold wheezed in.

"Your uncle has died of a horrible plague. He gave me his plantation and slaves. Were moving, pack your stuff! We move in two days!"

Harold eyes widened and packed immediately.

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Leshawna sighed as they stopped in Pennsylvania. She messaged her feet.

Harriet had fallen asleep, like normal.

Leshawna looked at the other slaves as they gathered around her body. Leshawna looked up.

"Is this what I really want?"

Leshawna looked all around her as tears started falling down her cheeks and onto the black and brown dirt. They were all occupied with Harriet so she left and started walking back.

"I'm better off a slave.", she mumbled and walked slowly.

Just then a slave hunter spotted her.

He smiled evily and darkly, "Colored, where do you think your going?"

Leshawna tried to run away but he tackled her and whipped her harshly on the legs and arms. Leshawna screamed in pain.

"Your coming with me. Get in the back of the carraige, and I mean very back! Were gonna resell you in Georgia!"

Leshawna did what she was told. She sat outside in the back of the carriage. He sat off toward Georgia and looked back at her.

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Harold was in the carriage. They had started moving sooner than expected. Harold and his family also sat out for Georgia. Harold looked up at the sky.

"I wonder what's in store for me. I hope something good and maybe some new book, and tools. I really want to prove to father that I can be one of the worlds greatest inventor."

(What will happen to Leshawna? What about Harold? Who knows but MEH! XD lol sorry if some things are incorrect.)