I woke up this morning to the sound of someone shouting that we have hit something. Soon after, a group of people came and stole us of our shelves. They carried us up to the higher level and planted us there. I hated it when the shoved us around like they didn’t care. But my anger grew bit by bit as they then tied us together with chains across our necks and hands. Then finally marched us off the ship and finally back onto land. By now the heat was unbearable; Its been so long since I was stolen from my family and forced into the ship that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be outside.
They dragged us to where there were tall places made of rock. It look so square compared to the huts we had back in the village but they were so much bigger. But the sights didn’t last long, as we were once again thrown into a cage and forced to be watched by other white men. Staring at us like how we would stare at the animals we would kill.
By the time the sun was high in the sky, they took us out of our cells and showered us in some weird water. It felt nice though, since we haven’t had anything to cool ourselves with since we left the ship. They wouldn’t let us leave the group or take one step away from the group. This kid did and he got shoved back. I almost leaped at the man for doing that to a small little kid. By knew by the way he acted, that he wasn’t messing around.
It wasn’t long after we were put back into those cages, that we were taken one by one to a place in front of the white people. The would come up to the stage and would feel and check us. Then the would put their hands up and the last person that would put his hand up seemed to get one of us. I really didn’t get what they were doing. One man shouting strange words while others responded hastily.
But whether I wanted it or not. It soon became my time to stand up in front of them. One man came up and went through my hair. I tried to force him away, but another had my chains in his hands and pulled me back. Then they started raising their hands and I knew it wasn’t long till I was going to be taken.
It has been a long time since I have been let out of this storage. It is very hot in the lower levels of the ship. But the moaning isn’t as bad as when we were first captured. A visitor doesn’t come often except when its lunch or dinner. But the food is terrible. No taste, No color, And to make it worse. It was always the same. The smell of the storage seems to be getting worse to. The scent of salt water is always lingering inside of me now. Stamped into my memory.
I could tell the captain when I saw him. There was a thing about his clothes that would stick out compared to the others. But the most obvious would be that the others would listen and do what he commands. Except one person who was always by his side. Though not saying a lot, he still had power over the others.
But for a captain I think he should at least have some good food. Or give us some time outside; because I don’t know how long the other people will last but I’m not going so well myself. The air is unclean and makes my head hurt. The constant sound of the waves hitting the ship and the rocking motion would be enough to annoy anyone
The rusty shelves and small spaces have already taken some to the limit. In the morning I sometimes see motionless bodies being carried away, and I haven’t seen them since. And I hate being forced to do stuff I don’t want to. And when it comes to a situation like this, I Absolutely Hate It. Nothings worse then being taken away from your family and cramped into some boat across the ocean.
I’ve been able to talk to some people that are cramped next to me. Shackled like me, but somewhat more optimistic. One of them is from the village close to ours and he was younger then I was. But I admired his optimism which seem to make me feel better.
I have heard that we are getting closer to where we are suppose to stop. I hope we get there soon. Life in storage is horrible. I have had it with the smell, sights and the space. I want to leave!
I don’t believe what is happening. These strange “people” have just came attacked me. I was collecting the water like normal; except I was late so I missed the group. So I had to go by myself. And as I was walking back when they came and tried to attack me and they put a net over me. But I don’t know why they would want to take me. Wouldn’t they want to take some stronger and bigger then me? Or were they going to take someone weaker first? I can feel them tug and push me in this bag. It hurts especially whenever they hit me. But I haven’t done anything wrong!
After a while I began to smell salt water and I knew that I was getting closer to the sea. And by that time I didn’t bother calling or shouting for help because I knew that I was to far for anyone who knew me to hear me. I heard shouting and seagulls when I was escorted up some kind of stairs and then finally let out of that horrible sack.
I saw other people that looked like my people but the feeling of not being completely alone was enough to make me not care about what was going on. I soon found myself guided down another set of stairs; but they were a lot easier to go down then the first.
I also heard a discussion between two people as I was brought down to a lower part of this huge boat. I can remember that he said “The next stop will be longer then the first”. Then I was directed another direction and found myself passing other people that were locked up in chains positioned in small shelves. But it hurts to think that all these people have been taken too. And I wonder how my parents are doing. I hope they will be ok and I hope that my brother and sister will be help them.
This morning was the normal thing. I had to go out and fetch some water for my family. My dad used to get the water, but I’m now old enough to take on responsibilities of my own. Though the walk with the others to collect the water is uneventful; it still gives me something to do. And I’d rather be collecting the water then having to look after my brother and sister. 
I spent lunch hanging out with some of the other kids in the village. We talked about how the day was going but I know that everyday is the same; or the new things are to small to be noticed in conversation.
I also have just recently got a new job as a herder for our live stock. It is an easy job but the animals don’t follow what I say. I wonder if I keep this job, they will start to listen. Father says that I should slow down and relax. But I don’t think that I’m too rushed. 
But am I? I think I should just enjoy my life for now. Since compared to my father, I haven’t had much experience with lots of things.