"Okay class, to continue with our study of Judaism, we're going to look at the Exodus out of Egypt. As many of you know, Moses was put in basket as a baby. Does anyone know why?" Mr. Anton asked.
Puck raised his hand. "The Pharaoh heard the Jewish messiah was coming. He ordered every newborn boy to be killed."
"Correct, Noah."
Dude, I'm really tired. I guess this doesn't matter since I'm not Jewish. At least Rachel's not in this class, or she'd bite my head off for not listening about her religion. My eyes closed as Mr. Anton started talking about Ramses the Great and Moses.
Okay why am I wearing white cloth? Where did my jeans go? Why is it so hot? "Isaac, come on get back to work before master beats us," a girl who looked just like Rachel said.
"Wait, who are you?" I asked.
"The sun must really be getting to you. Remember I'm Rachel, that's Noah, that's Danielle, and those are my brothers Ben and Caleb. Isaac, are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine; but why do you call me Isaac?"
"Because that's your name. Come on we need to keep working on the pyramid."
After working for four hours a strange man came running through the sand. "FOLLOW HIM! HE IS THE WORD OF THE LORD! FOLLOW MOSES! HE IS OUR MESSIAH!"
I was about to follow the man to Moses, but my "master" started to whip Rachel and I. "Back to work, you fools!" Ben, Caleb, Danielle, and Noah got thier fair share of whipping too.
The next morning, Rachel and I were assigned to row the Pharoah's boat. As we progressed down the Nile, a man in a red overcoat and sandels came up. "My brother! Let my people go!"
"Not a chance, Moses!" Pharoah shouted.
Moses put his staff into the river, and my legs were covered in blood. A fellow slave, Eve, began to squirm and the blood rose up her small piece of cloth. to tell the truth, she looked a lot like Miss Pillsbury. She squrimed even oe when the first dead fish rose from the water.
That week we couldn't get water and barely managed to survive from the small well system near the pyramid.
Seven days after the river turned to blood, Noah, Ben, Caleb, and I were working on a section of the pyramid when we noticed something; there were frogs everywhere.
Over the next few weeks even more bad things came. After Pharaoh's son died, he let us Jews go.
"Ben, stop slapping me!" I said as we walked out towards the Red Sea.
"Finn, I'm not Ben. It's Matt," Matt said slapping me awake. Would the Jews make it or not?