Jack

My monologue This is my only time to tell you this if I get seen I will get taken out of this crammed space and get bashed t death ok here it goes.

Hi I’m James Henry and I’m 9 years of age I was born in Portsmouth witch is down the bottom of Great Britain. My shoulder is still aching from twisting a part of machinery around to keep the machine going. I was only 3 and a half hours through my 16 hour working day with a 30 minute break each day. Five months ago my parents put me on a train to Basingstoke witch was 85km from London to work in this mill factory they gave me away for 1 pound. Iv’e had loved every minute of working here, NOT!! I often had to steel tools from the factory, which is one block down the road. I got 5 hours of sleep a day and we had to eat this sloppy grey stuff witch was disgusting. My favourite soccer team is Chelsea FC. I had just got a letter from my family saying everything is going fine and your brother Bob he will be coming to work with you soon. My best friend had just passed away his arm fell off in an accident while working with bits of machinery, he bleed to death.