About Maggie: Maggie was only 5 years old when a tragic accident happened: June 25th 1837 9:30AM; Maggie and her mother, Alivia, worked as slaves for a rich scholar, named Richard Edwards. Maggie and her mother always stuck together, though her mother was very sick, because they where not taken care of, just left to suffer. One morning they were making breakfast, for Richard. Maggie's mother, was punished often for not doing the work "properly". Alivia was making breakfast, and Maggie helped by kneading the bread dough. But Maggie accidentally dropped the lump of dough on the floor, and her mother stepped on it by accident, and Richard burst into the room, and grabbed them both by the collars of their shirts and yelled at them. He dragged them outside to where the other slaves where working iron into tools, and household equipment. He dropped Alivia, and Maggie into the dirt, "YOU HAVE DISAPPOINTED ME TO MANY TIMES! I HAVE THREATENED YOU, AND NOW I'M NOT THREATENING, THIS IS HAPPENING" Richard said to Alivia, while taking a small rifle from his belt.
"NO!!" Shreaked Maggie, as Richard held the rifle to her mothers head. But to her horror, he pulled the trigger. BAM! Her mother toppled over, she was shot in the head. Tears ran from Maggie's eyes, like miny rivers. Richard took an iron mallet engraved with a strange simbol. Richard put it in the fire so it would be hot. Then after a minute or two, he took it out. Maggie was sitting on the ground, shaking, not able to move. Richard took the hot iron, and pressed it against Maggie's shoulder. Maggie shreaked in pain, grabbed the hot iron from his hand and threw it, and before he could grab her, she ran, as fast as she could, not knowing at all where she was going.
ABOUT PETER: A few days, after Maggie's escape, there was a boy named Peter, who was 5, as well. He was a boy of a rich family, and his mother and father where very successful. Peter was quite naughty, and usually got into things he wasn't supposed to. One afternoon, Peter found his mothers lighter on the dresser. He grabbed it in curiosity. He pressed down on the fire button, and a tiny flame came out. But peter didn't know how to make the flame go away, so he put it back on the dresser, and ran downstairs for lunch of salt beef, and eggs. His bowl was already on the table, and he ate it up quickly. He sniffed the air.
"Mother, what is that smell?" he asked his mother. His mother sniffed the air, too.
"Smells like smoke...." she said, and peeked up the stairs, and there was, to her horror, a blaze like non-other. She screamed, and went to the sink to fill a bucket of water. She ran up the stairs, and Peter looked, and then he could no longer see her, as if she was lost in the smoke.
"MOTHER? MOTHER....!!" Peter called. There was no answer.
"MOTHER!!" Peter still didn't get an answer. He ran upstairs, only to see his mother lying on the ground.
"MOTHER! MOTHER ANSWER ME" Peter yelled. She didn't answer. And there was no sign of his father..... Peter wanted to run, he got up, but he tripped on a rag and he landed on a cooking pot (an iron cooking pot) and it burned his arm, he screamed, and lifted his arm at once, to see a strange mark. He ran downstairs and out the door, towards where Maggie had ran.
MARY'S STORY WILL BE POSTED SOON
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