T.J.

Guys, I have to tell you something, I hope you've noticed how serious this is by the way i've introduced this post. Well, there is something weird going on between T.J. and me remember when he caused the expulsion of Mama from the school, well long story short, we started ignoring him and keeping some distance from him. It turns out that  he started to hang out with R.W. and Melvin and since then he's been acting all weird, trying to catch our attention and trying to cover up the massive crater he left in our hearts with a tiny amount of dirt, thinking that just because he has them to cover him up and give him literally anything he wants, he will possess our attention. If your are thinking that this is all, how wrong you are, you see, T.J.'s stupidity can extend much further than you think it can. well to explain how this madness happened we have to go a long way back in time, halfway across last year when I was still friends with T.J. when we were at Strawberry, and we went to some store, owned by an extremely ignorant and impolite man called Mr. Barnett, so that T.J. could buy some things that his parents told him to, and accidentally we ran by a pearl-handled pistol, and T.J. started dazing at it and telling us how he was going to own it in the future and everyone was going to respect him and blah blah blah. Well now that he is friends with R.W. and Melvin he asked them if they could buy the pearl-handled pistol for him, yes, was the answer, but there was an intervention to T.J.'s request, R.W. and Melvin didn't buy it, they stole it, and ended up killing Mr. Barnett and because of that last week T.J. came running down to our door crushed and baffled asking us to take him home because R.W. and Melvin were blaming him for murdering Mr. Barnett, it was raining heavily when he got to our house. When we got to his house, he climbed into it through the window and a few minutes later R.W. and Melvin arrived at his front porch with a vast crowd following them, obviously they didn't see Stacey, Christopher-John, Little Man and I because we were hiding in the bushes next to T.J.'s house. Then, all of a sudden, hell broke loose, R.W.'s and Melvin's gang broke into T.J's house, pulled everyone out and then started beating up T.J. and as soon as they started, Stacey ordered Christopher-John, Little Man and I to go home and get Papa and Mr. Morrison, and as we didn't want to make a fuss out of it, we did as instructed. Luckily, as we were running home, Mr. Jamison and Hank, the town's sheriff, reached T.J.'s house and held back the fight for a while. When we reached home, we told everyone what was happening and despite the fact that he had a broken leg, Papa and Mr. Morrison went rushing to T.J.'s house and instructed us to stay home. A few minutes later, an acid smell of smoke came creaking up our house and when we looked out the window, the cotton field was catching fire, which actually led to a good thing, because of the burning of the cotton field Mr. Granger made everyone stop punching T.J. and stop the fire because if they didn't the fire would spread out to Mr. Granger's forest yonder and an endless fire would start. Because of everybody's commitment, dedication, and the help of the rain, we were able to put out the furious fire but now everyone wants to kill T.J. because they think that he killed Mr. Barnett and even papa told us that there was a chance that he will be hanged and now everyone is all desperate to try to help T.J. but it's just not working and nobody knows what to do except wait until he goes to court.

Well guys this has been it, please, I beg you, if you can help us, do so, and save the life of a poor child that just wanted some attention, if you cant, be sure you pray for him at night.

Bye.

-Cassie

Mama

Hey guys its me again and, as promised, today I am going to talk about what happened with Mama (I was going to do this later but because you requested this so much, here it is YOU'RE WELCOME). The story begins with me trying to survive school by looking out the window and daydreaming, when suddenly Kaleb Wallace, a man who appears to be from the school board, T.J. and Harlan Granger passed by and just as they did I knew they were up to no good. I quickly rose my hand up and caught Ms. Crocker's attention, its amazing how hard it is to grab attention of a mule, she asked what I wanted and I told her I had to go to the bathroom, fortunately she collaborated and let me go so got out of my chair and walked out of the classroom, trying not to be suspicious. As soon as I heard the such desired sound of the door shutting I quickly dashed through the school and finally got to reach Mama's classroom. I then camouflaged behind a wood pile next to Mama's classroom, in less than what seemed like a split second I was peeking into Mama's classroom. Fortunately I was just in time to see the men enter the classroom. They the started discussing about what Mama was teaching her class and said that the school board does not admit someone who teaches the opposite of what is in the school books and so, fired Mama. Whats the problem with them?! Those books lied as much as the devil itself, and just because it was written in a white mans perspective they think its right, even if they wrote that the world is not round. Now neither Mama or Papa have a job, were relying on cotton! Papa says its going to be alright but I'm scared, why does everyone hate us? Oh yeah, I forgot, our skin colour is different from theirs, oops, my mistake, they are totally right

Well This has been it for todays post, I hope you are able to help me if you are, please do
Bye!

- Cassie

Papa

Hey guys, its me again. I am writing to you to talk about no laughing matter. My father has broken his leg and is now injured and can't work at the railroad (where he usually works). How he broke his leg you ask? Well here in Mississippi, racism is a really is a really popular thing, seems like everyone over here hates us, the teachers, the businessmen, even the mailman! And guess what, the owners of the only store that sells food over here are racist, and they always treat us like some kind of trash, no matter how nice we are to them, they always treat us as if we were children of the devil. Because of how they treat us, we decided to go food-shopping at Vicksburg, despite the fact that it is miles away, so that the Wallace's (the owners of the store) could have a taste of their own medicine. It seems like they despised it because when Papa, Stacey and Mr. Morrison were coming back from Vicksburg the Wallace's sabotaged his wagon and made the wheels fall off and while Papa was fixing the wheels the Wallace's drove by on their truck and ambushed them without making a single noise because it was the rain was coming down in buckets and they only turned on their headlights when they stopped. As Papa was reaching for his shotgun they shot him in the head (luckily it only made a scratch) and then he fell with his leg under one of the wheels. because of the tremendous rumble that the gun made Jack, our horse, panicked and tried to run away pulling the wagon with him, making the wheel roll over Papa's leg and break it. Now Stacey is all depressed because he thinks that he made Papa break his leg because he didn't stop Jack. And now Papa is scared because he thinks that we're going to lose our land because he and Mama are not working (I will tell you about Mama's story later because this post is getting too big) and Papa doesn't know what to do.

Well. This is it for today's post. If you have been to a situation like this please help me because i'm feeling really bitter and hollow.
Bye.

- Cassie

Happy new year!!!

Hey Guys its me again! I am writing to wish you a new year full of joy and adventures! I hope you all have had a great year and that the upcoming year is even better. 

Well I wish I could write more to you but if my parents catch me using my computer in new year's eve they will be furious.
Bye!

- Cassie

Answering some questions...

Hey guys, it's Cassie Logan here again! So, some of you have asked me some questions on my about me post, and I'm here to answer them. One of the most asked questions was 'What's your favourite song?' well it's 'Mad World by Hardwell' (I'll leave a link to it on the bottom of this post) I'm not really fond of the actual singing but I am absolutely amazed by the guitar in the background, I really recommend you to listen to it.  By the previous answer you might have noticed that my favourite instrument is the guitar, I don't have one though (I'm not asking for one) but I love the various types of sounds that it can make. You guys also asked when I was born, well I was born on the 20th of July of 1924. Most of you also asked about my hobbies and what I hate the most, well, the thing that most entertains me on my weekends is to play games around the cotton field, like catch or hide and seek, with my brothers and parents, I also adore reading and i'll always say yes if you ask me if i'd like to draw something with you (I will leave a picture of one of my drawings at the bottom of this post). I despise anything that has something to do with school, except the students and want to put an end to racism. 'What is your lifelong dream?', you also asked, well when I grow up I want to work as a lawyer an have the most wonderful life with my family in New York.

Well guys this has been it about the questions you asked, if you have more, plot them on the comments and maybe I will write another post like this.
Bye!

- Cassie


Mad World by Hardwell:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vy70j6vtfjo

The perfect christmas

Hey guys! It's Cassie here again for another story, but guess what, this time it's actually a merry story (see what I did there?)! So, I finally got to sit through half of the overload of tediousness of the school year, without causing any more incidents (at school) and the best part of this is that I wont have to see Miss. Crockers' stupid old face anymore for a month and a half. Also, now that christmas has passed I feel hate and sorrow have been obliterated from my mind, because my christmas presents were amazing! Uncle hammer gave me a really fine yellow and white striped coat, which warms me up in less than a split-second. My parents gave me a book, but is wasn't any old ragged book that they found lying down un the muddy trash soaked streets, it was a bright new book, called The Three Musketeers, i've read a couple of pages from the book and it seems awesome! And and guess what it had written on the front. 'This book is the property of Miss Cassie Deborah Logan. Christmas 1933'! Oh how happy I am, I wish christmas was every month, imagine that, a new book every month, oh how wonderful it would be, every month a new story full of adventures, romances, extraordinary places in the world, with plot twist every chapter. Oh how lovely it would be to live in a world like that, but unfortunately, we can't have everything we want, oh well, these still are the best presents I have ever got.

Well guys, this is the end of my christmas update, I hope yours is even better than mine and that you have an excellent new year (I probably won't post on new year so I'll just tell you know).

Bye!

- Cassie

Revenge

Hey guys, Cassie here again bringing to you a new adventure! So today seemed to be a normal day, woke up early, moaned a lot, pt on our clothes, ate breakfast, moaned a little bit more, brushed our teeth and unfortunately, started making our way to monotony land (AKA: school). as we were marching down the road to hell, we would always keep checking our backs to see if the bus from the Jefferson Davis Country school was coming, because it's been raining a massive volume of water here in Mississippi, so the road to school is narrow, muddy and extremely slippery, and the gullies beside the road are filled with water so if the bus passes by, it will knock is into the gullies and soak us with water. In the middle of our elongated journey, when we had reached a crossroad, Christopher-John heard a noise, and as all of us didn't feel like getting wet we jumped to the other side of the bank, it wasn't the bus though, it was only Mr. Granger's car,which had passed on the other road so we didn't have to worry. Then, T.J. persuaded us to continue walking to school, we all objected at first, because we thought the gullies kept getting wider and the road kept getting narrower as we walked but T.J. managed to magically get into our minds. About five minutes later, we heard a sound, and it was no unfamiliar sound, it was the bus, which made us all scared because the bus started getting closer by the second, and we didn't know what to do because our thoughts were right, the gullies were really wide and it was impossible for us to get to the other side, but we had to try, it was the only thing we could do, or else we would end up at heaven. And so we tried, obviously, none of us succeeded, we were all soaked and humiliated by the kids in the bus, they were unbelievable, they shouted 'nigger nigger mud eater' repeatedly at Little Man and kept laughing at us all. After the incident, we encountered Jeremy, and told him what happened, when suddenly he came up with this brilliant idea and told us to meet him at his school at lunch. We did as he said and met him at his school, where we acted as incognito spies and picked up some shovels and a bucket always checking our surroundings so that the white kids wouldn't see us. We then walked to the exact same spot as we fell into the gullie, we then started digging a hole, filled it with water, walked back to Jeremy's school, put back the tools we used and headed back to school as though nothing had happened. The hole ended up as a fairly big hole, our plan had worked. When school ended, we quickly picked up our things, put them on our bags, hurriedly headed to the hole we dug and waited behind a bush at the other side of the gullie. As it had rained in the afternoon the 'fairly big hole' became a massive crater. When the moment all of us had been waiting for came, we all watched our plan succeed and see the bus driver try to rush past the 'small' hole and sink the tin of his bus into the crater. As we tried not to explode with laughter, we walked back home and relaxed.

Well my friends, this has been it, I hope you don't judge me by what I did today, have an excellent day.

Bye!

- Cassie