African American Narrative

“Grab him!” yelled the master to his overseer.
I could hear the crunch of snow under my shoes as I ran through the forest, not wanting to look back. I could hear the overseer behind me. I ran faster, jumping, and dodging the trees that were in front of me. At one point I realize that I could not hear the footprints of the man. I stopped and looked around in the darkness; then something pulled me to the ground.
“Please don’t make me go back. Let me be free. Let me live,” I cried.
“Shhh. Attucks. I want you to be free. Go straight till you see a bright city called, Boston. At the edge of the city I have a friend who keeps slaves safe. Find him and tell him, Matthew Bridgewind, sent you,” he explained.
“How can I trust you?”
“ I fell in love

I have been running for a few days now. I continuously repeat the scene in my mind as I search for Boston. A frosty breeze comes once in awhile, sending a chill through my veins. Clickety-clack. When I hear that sound I bolt behind a tree and hide in its shadow. I have to be circumspect as I began to come across houses and colonists. When I found a log hidden in the darkness and partly lighted by the moon, I sat down to catch my breathe. As I look up I see a town lit up in the night. I run to the light, my toes feeling completely frozen. As I breathe I can see my breath flow through the air. I slow down as I approach the

I sneak past the houses trying to not be noticed. I find a green coat in a barrel and put it on to look more like the citizens. People seem too busy to pay attention to a black man wandering around their town. I tried to stay close to houses, and once in awhile walk through a crowd. The closer I got into the town the louder the ruckus got. I remembered that the British had stationed soldiers in the colonies; also, my master was talking about how citizens of Boston did not like them in their town. When I found the crowd I decided to walk through thinking that I would fit in more. “Empty our poop buckets, you Lobsterbacks!” They would yell. One person stopped me and encouraged me to yell with them. I was nervous that I would get distracted by joining them, but I felt like I had to just so I would fit in. “Empty our poop buckets, you Lobsterbacks!” I began to yell along with the crowd. As I would yell more I would inch closer and closer to the front near the soldiers. The crowd then began to throw oyster shells and snowballs. All of a sudden the atmosphere changed. The crowd started to yell, “Fire, damn you, fire! Fire! Damn you, fire!” The adrenaline in my body increased and I yelled along with them. I was now in the front of the crowd, shouting in the Lobsterbacks faces. “Fire, damn you, fire! Fire! Damn you, fire! I said, fire! Damn you bloody Lobsterbacks!