Trapped

I’m Bob and i’m a 10 year old boy and this is my escape from a workhouse ( let me tell you ,it was hard). It was a dark and stormy night, when I was working in this vile place… known as the workhouse. Every night I try to make a plan to escape. Usually, I get caught and caned. Bruises cover my body and my bones are starting to get weaker. I wonder how much more my body can take. Quietly, in bed I was thinking, about my great escape. Mr Brian came and in the dormitories and roared “ BE QUIET!”  Scared, I tried not to make a peep while Mr Brian was in the room. Mean, bossy, rude – why is Mr Brian this mean?