Thank you for the reviews guys ^.^ To Slightlysane443, I reread my story, ad I agreed with you before un-bolding everything. So, yeah Fang is native American. I mean he has olive skin and in The Angel Expirement he had long hair before the makeover. So I just thought I should reach all ends of diversity in the US in the 1950's.

IMPORTANT NOTE: Ella only knows Spanish so far, and only knows simple words like 'hello' 'goodbye' and manners really. So in her head, she's speaking English so you can understand her, but in reality everything is Spanish. You'll get it...

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and this story will have no OCs, and if so, very minor characters.

JAMES

I coughed, waving the smoke away from my face with my small dusty blue rag. Even though I could get seriously sick, I had to make the money for my parents.

I was the only kid left.

Most of them moved, some stopped, and many got sick. The others, weren't as lucky. And it didn't help that I taught all the new kids what to do in this factory, so I knew all of their names.

America was the biggest lie.

'Its the American dream.' Lie.

'All of your dreams will come true.' Bigger lie.

'America is wonderful.' That could be considered a joke.

It was only wonderful if you were born wealthy and white. I mean, I was pale, but with my heavy Irish accent it was pretty hard to fake it. So I was teased relentlessly. Not that it mattered to any of the teachers. It was hard living in the south and only being known as an immigrant.

"James!" Mr. Griffiths, the owner of the factory yelled. I walked to him to see two kids, a boy and girl my age standing there. They both had blonde hair and blue eyes, looking like twins.

"James, this is Benjamin and Angelika Shmitt. Benjamin and Angelika, this is James McAuley. He will be teaching you how to work here. Now go." He walked off, and I glanced at them and their innocence. They knew nothing about the factories.

And I found myself wanting them to make it.

To make it with me.

Eleanor

I winced as I bended yet again for another bundle of grapes. I tugged three times before they popped and I placed it in my basket. I could hear my farm owner's wife yelling names like 'Maria' and then words in english I did not understand.

"Valencia!" My head snapped at my mother's name. My mother slowly looked at the farm owner's wife and then I was following her to the lady.

"Valencia, your work level has been going down." The woman said. All I understood though, was 'Valencia your.'

"Marian, you've known me since we were twe-"

"It's Ms Janssen Valencia." What were they saying?!

"I think I have the right, Marian. I even let you name my baby Eleanor! And you knew I di-"

"Valencia, if you do not call me Ms Janssen you are kicked out. And you know how hard it is to find a job as a migrant worker. Even after the depression." My mother then gave me the 'leave now' look, so I left. I began to pick more grapes when...

"...huelga, huelga, huelgA, huelGA, hueLGA, huELGA, hUELGA, HUELGA, HEULGA!" I then turned to see tons of the people who worked with me screaming huelga(Spanish for strike) and holding up signs.

"Niña, ven y únete a nosotros." a woman yelled to me. I pointed at myself to check and she nodded again.

"Venga y únase a nosotros para que podamos obtener los derechos que merecemos." I was nervous...what if I got in trouble?

"¿No te gustaría tener una casa mejor, un cuarto de baño mejor, más dinero, más intimidad? Únete a nosotros y nuestra causa. Hacer lo que es correcto. Lo que es correcto para usted." She said again. I began to walk, before my mother grabbed my wrist.

"Tenemos que trabajar Eleanor." She said nervously. I nodded, and bent down for another bunch of grapes.

But I found myself wanting to join those people.

Soo...who is James? Eleanor? Benjamin? Angelika? I think you know. Anyways;

"Young girl, come join us." A woman yelled to me. I pointed to myself to check and she nodded.

"Would not you like to have a better house, a better bathroom, more money, more privacy? Join us and our cause. Do what is right. What is right for you." She said again. I Began to walk, before my mother grabbed my wrist.

"We have to work Eleanor." She said nervously. I nodded, and bent down for another bunch of grapes.

But I found myself wanting to join those people.

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~ DG