Keeley+B

Keeley's Monologue

Anne, my best friend is going to be put in a horrible punishment. She had only sat down to wipe blood off her finger after she had been pricked by th spikes on the cotton. Now she is going to have to walk up and down the isles with heavy weights on her neck onfront of all of us other children. that could have have been me if mother hadn't taught me how to pick cotton before we move from Manchester. We were rich until father stopped getting his wages. Then we moved to Leeds so father could get a new job and I coul work for the family. Now I have no strength and I am starving from only getting a spoonful of rice day and night. My feet are flat and my clothes are thin.