As I wake up with my eyes struggling to stay open after long the hours I do in the markets.

I
get out of bed with my feet feeling the dirt. My eyes still fighting to stay open, I open my
closet with a creek and grind against the grime on the ground. I get changed into my clothes
as I feel the cold breeze in the early morning, I put on my slippers making my feet more
bearable to the pain. I head to the freezing kitchen and get an apple that I grew for my
business so that me and my family can survive the cruel rules of the British making it harder
to live on the little money we have.

I feel an icy light air rushing into the front of the house. I walk out shivering and shaking from
coldness. I head to my little bike to get to the markets to seep my fruit. I make it to the ghost
town of the vendors with barely anyone in the area, only some of my competitors. I lay down
my fruit so they are ready for morning. I feel a sense of me being stared. I look up to see a
British soldier staring at making sure I don’t do anything. I continue my work and wait till
morning for everyone to come.

As the time goes by it gets busy, hot, humid with everyone running around to buy things,
sell things, get to work as the British troopers stay guard to make sure no one falls out of line
getting themselves killed. I start selling all my freshly grown fruit and I look up to see a man
running down the streets. I see him bump into a soldier “idiot” the soldier yells at the poor
man quickly back on his way to his job or something. The serviceman seemed annoyed and
gave me a death glare telling me to get back to work before something bad happens. so I
quickly get back to selling my fruit that grew with people getting their dirty hands on the fruit.