Jay
We arrived at the big L island. Not one of us child slaves knew what the island was called, but an elder slave told us that when she was a young girl, she used to run in fields and she wasn’t a slave, and she saw the island, it looked like a big L so she calls it the big L island. Every child slave calls it the big L island now. We arrive everyday at the big L island to work for the big boss in the fields and factories. We haven’t yet met the big boss but our master told us we need to change into our best clothes because we are going to meet him today. As we get off the boat, we’re ushered into the changing house. The boy’s go left and the girls go right. I follow the rest of the boys left and put on my best outfit; my fathers suit from when he was a young adult. It’s a black suit laced with a gold outline and has a white undershirt underneath. It comes with a matching tie but I cant tie it, so I let it hang loose and untied around my shoulders. We only got five minutes to change while the girls got ten in order for makeup. The girls have a professional makeup artist to help them but us boys only get our own supplies. In the next moment I hear a loud booming voice.
“Boys! Boss will be hear in about thirty, get your asses out of there and line up along the wall!”
Us boys rush out of the changing house and line up against the wall outside. We wait an extra ten munutes for the girls but only because the master favorites the girls so he gives them extra time than supposed to. As the girls get out and line up on the other side of the wall, a black limousine parks in front of us. In the next moment, I’m surprised. Because the big boss steps out but he looks like he’s in his twenties. Most boss’s are over forty but this is the youngest boss yet. He steps up to the first boy in our line and starts examining him. He then slaps the boy because he apparently had a crooked tie. He steps up to the next boy and slaps him for having a wrinkled jacket. I’m afraid because I’m one of the next few boys, and I have a wrinkled jacket and my tie is undone. The boy beside me gets slapped for his tie being tied wrong. All the boys before me got slapped and I’m terrified. When he steps up to me I close my eyes in fear. Suddenly, all I feel is my tie being lifted. I open my eyes and see the big boss tying my tie. This is incredibly confusing, all the boys before me got slapped for having messed up suits. Why didn’t he slap me? I look down at him and notice he’s shorter than me. He looks up at me and I swear I saw the slightest smile. Then he moves to the next boy. He gets slapped too. When he’s done with the boys, I’m the only boy who didn’t get slapped, and all the boys are glaring at me. The boys next to me mutter that I’m the big boss’s special slave. That I’ll be the one with special privileges. I highly doubt that.
