The Cotton Mill Was Extremely Hot Today - 1518 Words

The cotton mill was extremely hot today. Westley had been forced to work at this mill at the age of 5 and continues today. Westley was skinny and short with chestnut brown hair that covered his face. He had a short nose and eyes as brown as the River Thames. His boney face was dotted with freckles. He almost couldn’t believe that he had been working here for 10 long years. How had he lasted being the way he is? The conditions were horrible and he was treated like garbage but he could never leave. He would be stuck here in London his entire life. All he ever wanted to do was move to America and become a land owner but that would never happen. Everyday all he did was clean the cotton out of machines. His only hope in life was his friends,†¦show more content†¦Richard hadn’t said anything the entire time but he was more of a silent type and Westley knew that but he would like to talk with Rich some more. However, there was still a friendship there and as long as i t continued, Westley would never feel alone. ... Two months had passed and it had still been the same routine. Westley was just hoping that he could make it through the day when there was an earsplitting noise coming from the other end of the mill. He rushed to check. One of the machines had exploded and cotton was flying everywhere. The manager was running around frantically like a fox chasing after a rabbit and everyone else either stood horrified or ran out of the mill. One thought came to Westley’s mind: his friends! He didn’t know where they were or what had happened. All he knew is that both Thomas and Richard worked on machines. He started to run around frantically. â€Å"Thomas! Richard!† He shouted running through the mill. Then he saw it. Lying there on the floor was Thomas. Richard was on his knee pressing on Thomas’ chest. He inched forward terrified. Thomas was blue and he lay there stiffer than a log. Westley had just come up to Thomas when the manager, who almost no one knew anything about including his name, pushed him out of the way. The manager stared hitting Thomas’ chest until a look of sudden realization fell upon his face. â€Å"Breathed in too much cotton†¦ dead.† said the manager. â€Å"There has