Fictional Story

Fictional Story

Industrial Revolution Factory Workers (IRW)
Just another day in the textile mills untangling the threads from being caught on the spinning mill machines and tying up the broken threads. My hands were all cut up from the threads while trying to untangle them. We weren’t allowed to open the window for wind to blow inside because then the thread will get even more tangled and so the factory was always hot, stuffy, and there is little to no lights. It was summer so the weather didn’t help us at all only made us feel more exhausted and hungry. In Britain, England children were usually working in factory that was as young as six year olds and there were more children than adults working in factories. I was an orphan that was brought to work in the textile mills as mill children or free labor children. We mill children would work sixteen hours a day and six days a week. The wages are sometimes so extremely low that in some case a penny a day. Our employer or boss is stuck up snobs that only care for how much money they’ll make each year.
Oh, I almost forgot to introduce myself, my name is Annabel Grace. I was brought in to work at Quarry Bank mill which is a mill factory, at the age of six and now I’m eight year old. I work to be able to feed myself food and have shelter to sleep at night. Sunday the only day I get a break from working in the factory, I would stay inside my little room. Most factory owners were usually just middle class who only becomes rich if they were successful. We factory worker wouldn’t get a share in the wealth that the factory owners make. The work that we must do isn’t just hard but also dangerous because of the working condition we’re placed in. The room filled with cotton could cause sickness from breathing in the cotton and the mill machines can be extremely dangerous if not careful it could tear off a finger while tying the threads together. That once happened to a boy named Greg and now he only has four fingers on his left hand. Also...

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