The Slave Trade *ON HOLD!*

Asya has been a slave since she was 6 years old and has been working for the past 12 years of her life. She is now 18 and still working as hard as she can on the ships. The slave day is also coming up soon so she is trying to look her best so people can buy her. She gets brought but to 5 masters. What will they be like? Will they treat her differently?

Read to find out in The Slave Trade

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8. Music

Asya POV

I was just cleaning up the house when I heard my masters singing. I have to admit, they sound very good. So, I carried cleaning and also inched up to the door where I heard the music coming from. I had to listen to them.

Harry:

Written in these walls are,

the stories that I cant explain.

I leave my heart open but it stays

right here empty for days.

Liam:

You told me in the morning,

she dont feel the same

about us in the bones.

Seems to me that when I die

these words, will be written on my stone.

Zayn:

And I'll be gone, gone tonight

the ground beneath my feet is

open wide.The way that Ive been

holding on too tight, But nothing in between.

All:

The story of my life,

I take her home.

I drive all night, to keep her

warm and time, is fro-o-ozen.

(The story of) (The story of)

 

The story of my life,

I give her hope,

I spend her love until she's

broke inside.

The story of my life.

(The story of) (The story of)

Niall:

Written on these walls,

are the colours that I cant change.

Leave my heart open but it,

stays right here in its cage.

Liam:

I know that in the morning

now, I see us in the light

upon you ear. Although

I am broken, my heart is

untamed still.

Louis:

And I'll be gone, gone tonight.

The fire beneath my feet is

burning bright. The way Ive been

holding on so tight, with nothing

in between.

All:

The story of my life,

I take her home.

I drive all night, to keep her

warm and time, is fro-o-ozen.

(The story of) (The story of)

 

The story of my life,

I give her hope,

I spend the love until she's

broke inside.

The story of my life.

(The story of) (The story of)

Zayn:

And I'll be waiting for this

time, to come around. But baby

running after you, is like chasing

the clouds.

Niall:

The story of my life,

I take her home.

I drive all night, to keep her

warm and time, is fro-o-ozen.

All:

 The story of my life,

I give her hope,

I spend the love until she's

broke inside.

The story of my life.

(The story of) (The story of)

 

The story of my li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ife.

The story of my li-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-ife.

(The story of) (The story of)

The story of my life.

 

I had a few tears in my eyes. I cant believe it. They sang it beautifully. But I better keep cleaning before they find out I was listening. I knocked on the door. "Come in!" I entered and smiled. "If you dont mind, can I clear up abit in here?" I asked. They nodded. I sweeped the floor and did abit of dusting too. "If you dont mind, can we sing abit, as this is the practise room but we dont want to disturb you from cleaning...." I shook my head. "No, go ahead. It wont disrupt my cleaning at all." The nodded and the music started to play all over again.

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