A/N- Hey, everybody! So, as you all know, I am a huge fan of lots of things- and I've always had a liking towards the 'Dear America' series! That's why I decided to write this fan fiction!(:
So, I may change some things with the characters, like age. I hope you like!
March 19th, 1859
Da says we're going to Belmont Plantation in Virginia to attend to some business and whatnot. And I must say, I am very excited! I have never been to a place so far away. In fact, I've never been out of Massachusetts. Da said we'll take a train to Virginia. Oh, and that's something else I can look forward to-riding a train. It will be my first time riding a train, and my first time leaving home! Today, Kay made me a brand-new calico dress. It's a dark cream-color, with rouge-colored lace and a matching apron. Kay is by far the best dress-maker in the world. Anyways, Da got me this diary from Miss Lydia's shop. It's quite fancy, if you ask me, with its smooth burgundy cover, gold lock and gold key. I would have never imagined getting something so unique! Da knows that I want to someday become a teacher, and writing is the first step to achieving the job. Aside from all that, I cannot wait to meet The Henley's at Belmont Plantation! Well, as much as I love writing in this diary, I have to go- before we miss our train. Don't want to be late!
March 20th, 1859(Next day)
When I got on the train, I expected it to be hot and crowded and plain, but I was wrong. There were silk curtains, plush seats, and long, patterned rugs. The windows were down, so it was a bit cold. Da gave me one of Mums old crocheted shawls. Kay made sure it was wrapped tight around me and she braided my hair. She was just like a second-mother to me, honestly. She always took care of me. In fact, she and my Mum were good friends. Kay is a free slave, but she asked if she could stay and continue what she was doing- so Da let her. That shows she loves me, doesn't it? I love Kay; I don't know what I would do without her! On the train I saw many slaves, and they each looked rather unhappy. I knew it was wrong and definitely not right, but I best hold my tongue; Da wouldn't like my apposing against it. Someday I will do something, though, I know I will.
When we got off the train, we came to a little town called Williamsburg (In Virginia), which was were Mr. James Winn lived. He allowed us to borrow his horse and buggy to drive over to Belmont Plantation. A slave boy, named Kint, drove the buggy for us. He seemed nice, and I felt a bit bad for him. When we got to Belmont, I waved good-bye to Kint while da wasn't looking. He nodded and smiled good-bye and then whipped the reigns connected to the horse and took of down the dirt road that had led to the big house. The Belmont house was a sturdy and beautiful brick house, which also was absolutely huge, with a black shingled roof. Then I saw something I really didn't appreciate: many, many slaves working in the fields and some around the yard. There was a man tending to yellow and red and pink roses here and there. Pansies, lilies, daisies, and any other flower you could possibly imagine lined the sides of the house. Oak trees, pine trees, and maple trees were scattered around the yard. I could hear the sound of hooves beating on the ground in the distance.
Kay straightened the lace on my dress, and tied the strings again in the back.
"You look beautiful, Chile." Kay said to me, patting my shoulder.
"Thank you for the dress, Kay. It's very pretty- you are such a good tailor." I thanked Kay, smiling. Da knocked on the tall door, and it immediately opened to show Mr. Henley, who wore a neat suit and a big smile.
"Ah, Mr. Shoreson! We've been expecting you! Come in, won't you?" He asked politely, standing back and welcoming him in. Da, Kay and I all stepped inside. The house was gorgeous! It had many vases of flowers, elegant mahogany furniture and everything beautiful you could imagine. To the left, I saw two slaves: a girl who looked my age, and an older woman. I smiled at the girl, but she kept a stony expression and kept dusting bookshelves and whatnot. Miss Henley, I believe, was nagging at another slave. Mr. Henley cleared his throat and she whipped around with the meanest expression on her face. As soon as we looked at her, her expression softened and she smiled.
"Oh, my! Mr. Shoreson, we've been waiting! Is this your lovely daughter?" Miss Henley asked Da, smiling over at me.
"Yes she is! Beautiful, isn't she? Looks just like her mother." Da complimented, smiling.
"Oh yes, she does! What might your name be?" Miss Henley asked.
"Elle Shoreson, Miss Henley. It's a pleasure to meet one of my mother's friends." I said.
"Oh, please call me Lily, Elle. That's a gorgeous name, by the way." She complimented. "Clotee, would you get some tea for our guests?"
The girl I had tried to smile at went into the kitchen and came back with a pitcher of tea and some glasses. She served us all a cup. We all got settled in the parlor and talked, but I mostly sat there, completely quiet.
After we all had finished our talk, and finished our tea, adding on three to four glasses, the door sprung open and slammed against the wall. A tall boy ran inside as fast as he could.
"Mother! Hince won't let me ride my horse! He says that father wouldn't like that!" he exclaimed and whined at the same time. He froze when he saw Da, Kay and I and his face turned as red as a beet.
"William, this is Daniel Shoreson and Elle Shoreson. They are going to be staying with us for a while, alright? Behave, yourself, son." Mr. Henley ordered, looking over at me once.
"Yes, sir, sorry, sir." William said. He must be their son, then.
This is going to be an amazing time here at Belmont, isn't it?