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Im James Jones and Im 9 and was born in 1802. I live with Ernest my dad, Mary my mom and my two other brothers Edward and Frank. When we lived out in the country on a farm life was great there was so many different plants and animals. I would use to go fishing in a small little creek over near my home. But when the farm was not making a lot of money someone burned it down, killed all of our animals and demolished all of our crops. So we had move into the awful city it was tiny 5x4 meter house right in the middle of London. When we just got into London it was really muddy I thought it was weird because it had not rained in three days. A week past we had no money so me and my brother were sent off to a factory to work. When me and my brothers got there we heard screaming all through out the factory. …show more content…

About a hour past and I was just doing my work when John says to another kid next to me “go fix machine 57 section 8.” Then all the sudden CRUSH the kids legs got caught under the machine blood was all around him no was going to help him then SMASH machine hit kid again he died. John said to a lady “lost another one.” After that day me and my brothers were walking home tired. When we walked in our home it was silent our mom dead in a pool of blood, floor stab wounds on her every where. The cops came and took our dad away. The next day I read in the newspaper Ernest goes to jail. My two brothers Edward and Frank got some sort of

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