My Life as a Slave

My name is Laura, I'm 15 years old. I was living in Africa with my mother, father, and brother. About a week ago, white men came to Africa in search of slaves. I was taken from my family. One man took my brother, and one took me, both of us going separate ways, reaching out for each-other with the tears streaming down our faces.
So here I am now, at an auction. There's at least 20 of us, hand-cuffed and scared. I'm pushed out onto the stage where I see hundreds of white people.
"This woman is selling for $25! Anyone bid higher?" A man in-front of the stage said. Someone in the crowd yelled out $30. "$30! Going once, twice," Someone shouted $50. He won. I was dragged by one arm towards the man, he handed him the money and grabbed me.
"You'll do just fine at the farm little lady." He said with a twisted smile and a evil look in his dark brown eyes. He loaded me in the back of a horse-drawn carriage. After a while I saw a farm with a huge field, big barn, and lots of slaves.