My name is Angela. I'm 16 years old. You might think this is a regular story, but it's not. I live in the year 1783. I was taken from my home in Africa by people that had the lightest skin I've ever seen. They kept calling me black, which I thought was very offensive and treated us poorly. You also might think this is some stupid history class that you fall asleep in. But no, this story is how i fell in love with my owner. Or as people say the owners son.