Hey, I know I'm writing this story sort of in the middle of my other one, but I had no ideas and I really wanted to start this one. Review and tell me what you think.

It was a warm, sunny day as Amy flung open the back door and happily skipped down the stairs as the long braid that was cascading down her back slapped against it in time. She took a deep breath and smiled as she looked around. A humongous backyard lay in front of her. The grass was a bright green and in need of trimming. The trees were peacefully swaying in the wind and birds of all colors dotted the bright blue sky. They sang their songs and flitted past her and everything else. It seemed to Amy as though whenever they wanted, they could just fly away and forget their troubles and everything that was going on. Sometimes, she wished she were a bird. She glanced into the distance and saw a field, where there were many, many people working hard to care for and harvest the crops. These people worked for her father, the richest man in Desoto County, Mississippi. "Amy!" A voice carried on the wind called to her. She turned around to see her brother, Joshua, standing on the back porch impatiently. She figured she should hurry and get ready for school; he wouldn't wait for her forever.

XxX

Amy and Joshua walked side by side to school every day. They were tired and were already anxious for the day to be over so they could head back home. "Amy, what you think about out there?" asked Joshua. "Ah see you out there all the time, just daydreamin', an' Ah wonder." Amy smiled and said, "Lots uh things, I'm always thinkin' uh new ideas, or what it would be like…" "What would what be like?" asked Joshua, more eager than before.

"No, you'll think it's silly."

"Naw, Ah won', just tell me!"

"All right all right. I was thinkin' about what it would be like to be white. Ya know, with all this discrimination bullshit. I think it's kinda dumb really, I mean…aw heck, I dunno. I just wonder about what we'd do if we was in their place. How we'd treat 'em, how they'd treat us. Then I see how bad they've got it an' I pray that it might get better for 'em and that we never have to put up with that, ever."

Joshua was silent the whole rest of the walk. Secretly, he had wondered about this too, but not in so much detail. It wasn't until on the way home he said anything.

"Amy, ya know what you said this mornin'?"

"Yeah?"

"Ah was thinkin', they'se just takin' their place in nature, it ain't their fault they'se white. If Ah was white, Ah'd be respectful an' jus' deal wit everthin' how Ah was told. To us, they'se just slaves, nothin' more and to them, we'se the masters. That's all they is to it."

They were walking up the front steps and Amy stopped, dumfounded by what her brother had said. If he'd been in the same situation as the whites, he wouldn't think that way. No one would.

"How can you say that? If you was in their place, I know you'd think different."

"The honest truth is, Ah wouldn't Amy. When the Lawd puts you in uh place, you gotta stay there, ain't no, movin' up."

"Why do you gotta be so stubborn all the time? You're just like the rest of those dumb boys, don't know nothin' 'cept what you're told!"

"Well, you---

He was cut off, as Joshua and Amy walked into their front parlor, their eyes settled on a rather unpleasant scene. Their father was mercilessly beating one of the maids. Apparently, she hadn't finished her daily chores within the timeframe set for her. It wasn't her fault though, she was sick and had only gotten two days to recuperate; it was clear she'd needed more. Joshua walked by them without a passing glance and went straight to his room. Amy, on the other hand, went and stood in a corner to watch. Her father was punching, kicking, and slapping the poor maid while she lay struggling on the floor. She was badly bruised and bleeding on the floor.

"You gon' clean that up when Ah'm done wit ya, ya hear?" He grabbed the maid by the hair and shook her violently.

"Y-Y-Yes sir."

"Good, now, Ah wants ya tuh scur the bathroom flo'…"

"You mean scour, sir."

"Listen, you no good disrespectin' ungrateful little bitch! You do what Ah say! You don' go correctin' me, Ah'm the boss, not you, ya skinny lil' piece uh work! You ain't worth none uh what Ah paid for yuh. Now, as Ah was sayin', Ah wants ya tuh scur the bathroom flo', sweep the kitchen, and clean out them hog pens out back."

"Yes sir."

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A little while later, Amy was sitting outside watching the maid clean out the pigpens when she saw her father come out with a scowl on his face. Things didn't look too good for her. Amy's father dragged the maid, Bridget, towards him by the back of her work dress.

"You shoulduh been done abou' an hour ago! What's takin' ya so long?"

"I-I-I---

He slapped her across the face and she began to sob. He hit her again and she almost fell over.

"That's right, get in the mud where you belong! You'se too white, get dirty, why doncha!"

With that, he shoved her into the mud and jumped on top of her. He grabbed handfuls of mud and put it in her hair, no, he scrubbed her hair with it.

"You finish yer chores or yuh'll be livin' out here!"

He kept it up until the only white part of her that could be seen was her eyeballs. After he walked away, she sat down in the mud and wept. She didn't deserve to be treated like that. Amy walked over to her with a large rag to clean herself off with. Bridget looked at her and her eyes said it all. Amy smiled and walked away as the head maid, Margaret, marched past her.