Have you ever worked more than 14 hours?

I have been learning to use words and phrases that enhances sadness and fear.

In class we have been learning about where our clothes are made and we had to write a story pretending that we had to work in sweatshops. It was devastating finding out that those children are having to work 14 hours of their lives, 7 days a week.

I think I was successful because I was able to use a reasonable amount of fear and sadness mood.

My next step is to try use interesting words to hook in my readers.

Here is my story.

Working at the Nike Factory.

On a muggy and still Monday morning I wearily rolled out of bed.I began to get ready for work. The moment I walked in the door, half asleep as the boss was standing there as the children were doing their work .

The boss looked at me with a stern look and shouted “You're five minutes late!” The moment a word came out of his mouth my shoulders sunk and I stood there as still as a statue “But?” “No buts” “I'm sorry” I stutted.

I walked to my work station and began to work. Five hours later the buzzer finally buzzed because it was time for lunch. We had stale yuck rice! Next to me I noticed a monstrous amount of rubbish. I could smell the rottenness of all the piled up rubbish. The next thing I knew, The buzzer Buzzed to get back to work.

I didn’t get to lay a finger on food, but I quickly shoved the whole bowl of rice in my mouth.  When I walked back into the factory the poor kids including me had to get back to work for five more hours.

I let out a big sigh and said “Could this get any worse?” Well it did, everyone could smell the putrid stench of the glue causing the kids to  get sick. One of the children told the boss that she had a sore stomach “Well harden up and get back to work now!”Our boss insisted” Are you going to be okay?” I said. “This feels like hell” I yelled.

Finally, it is 8:00 pm. I can finish work and go to sleep. I am too exhausted to work any more”I said to my friend.