Please do not copy the diary entries. They belong to the author, I would not be sharing any of them if I did not purposefully comment and respond to almost every other sentence. And FYI STARTING AT this chapter of my  annotation of  this book is where it is not for the age group below high-schoolers as there are really dark stuff coming up. Unless you use it as a model to write your own example of annotation or a challenging writing prompt to follow NEVER COPY IT EVER. I will never put this book in stores or on another website either. This is a solo Wattpad story only and only exists for the convenience of those who wish to catch onto several writing skills and practiced them, Skylights, when they have no resources to use and accessibly provide themselves off line. I don't want any money for it and I don't want popularity for it. It is just a simple gift to less fortunate than me and to me them being able to read this is satisfying enough. It is enough for me that readers will want to read it.

You, however,  may quote whatever annotations I have stated that you find make a very good lesson and point I will allow that. I quote people all the time. And I will be listing several quotes from the story in these chapters to come up later because they are really good to quote, my friends.

122: 142nd diary entry annotated.
Wednesday, November 23, 1859
We woke this morning and the world looked like it's done been covered in a thin white veil. (18 words)
The first hard frost. (4 words)
Slaughtering time. (2 words, you know that means Clotee's stomach is churning because she is naturally queasy.)

123: 143rd diary entry annotated.
Saturday, November 13, 1859
The men slaughtered hogs for days. (6 words)
The smell of fresh animal blood turns my stomeck, so I stayed clear of the slaughtering yard and stayed close to the kitchen where pots and pans clanked and banged. (30 words, how could we forget you were queasy, Clotee? You've kept reminding us every once in a while and now and then.) The noise helped drown out the sound of dying. (9 words, I believe it truly does.)
As I write, the smokehouse is filled to overflowing with hams and sausage, bacon and ribs — all slow-curing in smoke from smouldering wood chips. (24 words)

Later
Aunt Tee say just when you think you know the devil, he changes his face. (15 words, oh my goodness this line is so so true and a saying worth quoting!) Now I know what she means. (6 words)  I've always thought Mas' Henley was the worse man in the world. (12 words, there is always going to be someone worse you have a chance to meet.) But then come Briley Waith. (5 words, brittle destroyer who likes to make sure people work and work till their back breaks and he doesn't care if they get injured in the process, Skylights.)
Rufus was always in charge of slaughtering, but Mas' Henley hired Briley Waith to take charge this year. (18 words) He's common as dirt, tall and lean with sun-red skin. (10 words, he is the meanest white man you ever seen announced in this book and he isn't just a dirty haughty soul to the slaves but he purposefully hurts the feelings of other innocent white men by deliberately destroying their property, that's coming up there is a little nod into this from ancient china the time of the Burned Books is referenced and mirrored in this book too, Skylights.) Keeps a tangle of white hair hid under a beat-up hat. (11 words, never combs his hair and probably smells of sweat too.)
The cat-o'-nine that hangs to Mr. Waith's side tells me he's a man who keeps it close, because he plans to use it. (23 words, at least Master Henley doesn't have his whip on him at all times, Briley Waith truly takes pleasure in other people's pains.) Watching Waith makes me feel sick in my heart. (9 words, I believe you he's worst than the grim reaper of DC stories. But on par with Zoom.) There is something 'bout him that frightens me way down deep inside. (12 words, not surprised he is very creepy from your description.)
We made soap today under his watchful eyes. (8 words) He sees everything. To me he's dangerment — like a snake, sly. (11 words, he's definitely not a wolf in sheep's clothing he's pretty much a fiend in the disguise of human flesh that's how I see him as s careless walking corpse that continues to rot everything around it. This guy is ferociously rotten to the core, he has no moral code or compass and above all he has no honor nor respect for a lot of people, Skylights. The word gross immediately comes to mind here.)

124: 144th diary entry annotated.
Sunday, November 17, 1859

Thank goodness for good days — they take the sting out of the bad ones. (14 words, all the good days you have are worth living through the bad ones to reach them.) Aunt Tee sent me down to the stables to get Hince. (11 words, making sure the stable eats among his friends that's so kindly sweet.) When we walked into the cabin it was filled with the smell of cinnamon and apples. (16 words, some of you might feel like this is your Thanksgiving meal or Christmas holiday meals or both experiences.)
For days, I've been slipping sugar, butter, flour, lard — careful not to get caught. (14 words, she's gotten just as stealthy as Aunt Tee.) Today I got the cinnamon stick — enough to make a small apple pie.  (13 words, the smell of cinnamon would last for days in that cabin here's hoping no one we don't trust every comes knocking to visit honestly.) It's first frost — Hince's birthtime. (5 days, happy birthday, birthday boy!)
"Just for you," I say, giving him a shiny black button I had found and polished. (16 words,
He promised to keep it always and I knew he would. (A gift can be thoughtful and smaller than the size of the palm of your hand.) "I don't have nothing to give," say Spicy. (8 words, he likes you too much to have hard feelings for you, Rose is Spicy's real birth name.)
She stood toe to toe, eye to eye with him. (10 words, being with you is already a gift as is.)
Then she gave him a kiss, right on the mouth. (10 words, appropriate because everybody knew they'd end up courting each other. And 16 years was the legal back them and admiring affection is one of the best priceless gifts you can give to those you love, Skylights, and both people here are exactly 16 years old thanks to Hince's birthday.) "I'm glad you was born." (5 words, such a pleasant gesture of pleasure) He let out a whoop that could be heard clear down to the river. (14 words, so cute indeed.) We all had to laugh. (5 words)
At times like these we missed Uncle Heb. (8 words, everyone misses those who pass on that's how you know their legacy survived they engraved it onto you.) But while Spicy and I worked on the quilt, we told stories about him, and about Rufus and Aggie, and Wook. (21 words, is very important to pass down stories of the past to the next generation.) That made us more thankful that we were together. (9 words, not surprised.) Apple pie has never tasted so good. (Homemade food taste better when made by loving hands in the company of the grateful people who willing receive its sustaining gift of energy.)

125: 145th diary entry annotated.
Monday, November 28, 1859
Just as we feared, Mas' Henley liked Waith enough to keep him on. (13 words, a man of brute force commands by human fear and never respect that is what is Waith is always like.) Pulled several men 'way from the tobacco drying sheds and put them on the job of building Mr. Waith's overseer's cabin. (21 words, The Overseer's of a field when not an actual slave of the plantation often saw slaves as inferior and believed they had such superiority over those whom they oversaw, Skylights.)
Mas' Henley chose a spot that gave him clear view of the whole plantation. (14 words, knowing the location and occupation of this newcomer you know windows will be all throughout his cabin.) He can see the Quarters out his back door, and the back of the Big House from his front door. (20 words) From the left side window Waith can see the kitchen and the fields behind, and from his right side window Waith can see the orchards and woods. (27 words, Mr. Harms warning Clotee about his bedroom window looking the exact same was foreshadowing this cabin being built, Skylights.) Clear to me, Mas' Henley has brought Waith here to be his eyes. (10 words, you're right because you already had watching you while you made soap the first time he arrived.)

126: 146th diary entry annotated.
Tuesday, November 29, 1859
Miz Lilly sent for me today. (6 words, that's a surprise!) She was lying in bed — say she had a fever. (10 words, over stressing yourself about minuscule things will drain all your energy so you can get a minute of sleep can and will make you sick enough to have to deal with a fever, Skylights.) "So you like your shoes?" she say, groaning softly. (9 words, I do understand she is sick but you don't have to talk in a groaning voice to people. It's a little rude truthfully honestly.) I offered to get her some water. (7 words) She called to me to stand closer. (7 words) Then she grabbed my hand. (5 words, that must be really awkward for Clotee.)
"You like nice things, don't you?" (6 words)
I say yes, then she come back with, "You can have lots of things, but you've got to tell me what I want." (23 words)

She asked me question after question about Mr. Harms — so many my head went to swimming. (16 words, uh oh; he's being way too nice to Lilly may have caught up on her.) But I was real careful not to let on to nothing. (11 words, good child.) Missy must have brought her a bone. (7 words. Brought a bad bone means bad juicy secrets it can also be defined as spilling the beans another idiom. Usually involves telling about someone's awkwardness or how they've insulted tattler or talked about authority's behind their backs, Skylights. Gossip is bad enough being a tattler of secrets that aren't yours to overhear or share is totally way worse.) Now she wants me to bring her another one. (9 words)
I say, "If I hear or see something, Miz Lilly, I'll come to you right now." (16 words)
All the time I'm thinking, "I'd never tell you a thing — specially not on a abolitionist." (16 words)

127: 147th diary entry annotated.
Wednesday, November 30, 1859
All this time has passed and Mr. Harms still aine talked to me. (13 words, yep, it's been too long since that statement.) But things have changed so much, I need to tell him Miz Lilly is trying to find something on him. (20 words, yes you should warn him, even if he won't acknowledge you, he does that to protect you himself.) But it's like I aine even in the room. (9 words, that's not really a bad thing.) During lesson time, I rub William's legs after they been soaked in hot, hot water. (15 words, you loved a child nobody else loved except his Father and Mr. Harms and by helping healing him you're teaching not everyone in your people groups are actual scumbags like he's been raised and taught, Clotee.) I'm still listening and learning all I can, but I wish Mr. Harms would talk to me. (17 words and you still also get to improve your own learning while you pass the time with your hands your ears also busy, too, dear.)

128: 148th diary entry annotated.
Thursday, December 1, 1859
While serving the noon meal, I heard Miz Lilly tell Mas' Henley that she had written to a friend of hers in Washington. (23 words, uh oh!) The friend had wrote back saying, "Mr.
Harms's father and mother are well-bred southerners, but his uncles Josiah and Joshua Harms are hell-bent abolitionists." (24 words, whoa, wow! Talked about divided family opinionated decisions.) She sucked in as though she had spoken a word purely evil. (12 words, only you would think that word sounds evil whereas to others it means something  good and others even still see it as just a word itself. Lol so very weird!) "Who is this Mr. Harms?" she say. (7 words) This I know, Mas' and Miz Henley fights on just about everything in the world, 'cept'n slavery. (17 words, yep, I believe this, we've seen proven of that quite very consistently.) On that notion they are together. (6 words, true again.) They plenty mad about losing Rufus and his family. (9 words, also true, wonder why he never saw that coming, nobody needed to say anything Wook told anything through her facial expressions anyone pretty smart would have noticed. Guess that means Henley is only an averagely smart man, Skylights.)
Mas' Henley say he would speak to Mr. Harms 'bout his family. (12 words, that's better than being straight up judgy and hateful.) I know Mr. Harms said he would speak to me, but that was weeks ago. (15 words, also absolutely true.)
He never has. (3 words, sometimes we need to make the first move to remind them. We have to decide if we're willing to remind them alone rather than waiting for them to come to us, Skylights.) I got to warn him, so I'm just gon' have to speak to him first. (15 words, that's our heroine action the first step making an significant impactful choice that will impact another in the best way that guarantees it will be payed forward back to you eventually.)

129: 149th diary entry annotated.
Friday, December 2, 1859
I took a big, big chance today. (7 words, you go girl, take the chance you've been given to warn him, Clotee!) I waited outside William's room before class. (7 words, no doubt it'd feel awkward standing in the hall waiting to warn someone about being suspecting of the person you wait for who wouldn't ever be friendly when she found out the truth too. But patiences pays off.) When Mr. Harms came down the hall, I whispered. (9 words, you never have to be really loud to help warn someone their life might be in trouble, Skylights.) "Be careful. They know 'bout your uncles being abolitionists. They think you might be one, too." (16 words, Clotee, you did it you officially became a hero, sweetie!)
Mr. Harms never said a word to me — never even looked my way. (13 words, looking at you would have meant giving away his secret entirely to his current employers they'd notice that for sure.) I wonder did he hear me? (6 words, he heard you all right; he just doesn't want you to be suspected so he doesn't reply to you.)

Later
Mr. Harms heard me all right. (6 words)

After supper, he told Mas' Henley about his uncles being abolitionists. (11 words, excellent decision, straight up to the front first hand.)
It was smart for him to bring it up, before he got asked about it. (15 words, indeed it was. Lol, it was so smart.)
I was serving them coffee in the large parlor when I heard Mr. Harms say he was sick shamed of his relations and wanted to forget they was ever kin. (30 words, that is not entirely impossible not to doubt it, honestly.)
That seemed to set well with Mas' Henley. (8 words, of course it would. He intends to say stuff like that keep Henley & Lilly at odds about him being here living at Belmont, Skylights.)
I found every reason to stay in that parlor listening. (10 words, I'm not surprised this show Mr. Harms puts on of acting upset is the equal worthy value of going to see a movie in a 2 dollar theater in modern days. It's really captivating entertainment for a slave.)

I poked up the fire as Mas' Henley was saying, "I'm trusting you to be an honorable man while you're an employee in my home." (25 words, lol! Those are some of the weirdest words that have come out of Master Henley's mouth.) Coming from Mas' Henley it sounded like a warning. (9 words, it is an absolute first warning.) I never took my eyes off Miz Lilly. (8 words) She didn't say much. (4 words, she never says much until she suspects something.)
But the compression on her face told the whole story. (10 words, meaning she was still thinking hard on what Harms told them.) She didn't trust Mr. Harms not a stitch. (8 words, not surprised he was acting weird enough by nice and gentleman like to her when they first met him when he arrived.
He's got an enemy in Miz Lilly — and I think he knows it. (13 words, he does know it. The real epitome of keep your friends close and your enemies closer, Skylights.)

130: 150th diary entry annotated.
Saturday, December 3, 1859
They finished Mr. Waith's house today. (Must be a relief for the men to get back to field work, field work is never as dangerous as building a house is. But still have an overseer set up is officially ewwww!) Hince say he's so glad Waith is not staying in the stables with him any more, because he snored so bad. (21 words, lol! Reminds me of the dwarves of Narnia and Lord of the Rings' predecessor book The Hobbit and the dwarves in there. My Dad snores as bad as one of those dwarves.) Waith's got a two room log cabin — one room and a sleeping loft — complete with a front and back door, and four windows. (23 words, wow, talk about a thorough overbuilding task. He's more spoiled than William ever was.)
Nothing special, but the way he's carrying on, you'd think it was a Big House. (15 words, even though nobody ever said he was the favorite not even Master Henley said that yet Briley Waith struts around like he is a favored one.)
Miz Lilly helped furnish his place with leftovers from the attic. (11 words) Mas' Henley gave him the key to the storehouse and made him welcome. (13 words, that still doesn't mean he's the favored one yet period.)
Aunt Tee say Waith is po' white trash that aine never had it so good. (15 words, so true.) That means he's gon' want to make sure he pleases Mas' and Miz Henley, to keep what he's got. (19 words, again so very true.)
I plan to stay clear of the man — he scares me. (11 words, yep good idea. I do that same thing too also.) Before going to bed, I looked out the window and saw smoke coming from Waith's chimney. (16 words)
The overseer has settled in for a long winter's stay at Belmont. (12 words, that's completely certain now.) A cold chill went up my back. (7 words, the knowing one with never be relaxed when an overseer is around to watch every move.)

131: 151st diary entry annotated.
Sunday, December 4, 1859
The wind woke me up, whistling through the cracks in the cabin wall. (13 words) Sounds like whisperings from the strange dream I was having. (10 beginnings of a nightmare I believe are stated here.) Trying, now, to write it down while I remember it. (10 words, definitely sounds like a defining cluing sign of a nightmare.)  Even so it is hard to put the pieces together. (10 words, people usually don't remember half their nightmare's sequence when they wake up the very next day. Memory fatigue after waking from sleep is one common association with nightmares.) I am running, running fast, but I don't know where I'm going. (12 words, typical nightmares usually involve trying to run but you're stuck in slug not moving at all.) I see Hince being taken away in chains — Aunt Tee is begging Mr. Harms to help him, but he won't talk to her. (23 words, nightmares often come to us muddled clouded by our own overflowing emotions which is why our brain makes us forget them when we aren't asleep, Skylights. It can't handle handle the pressure of what you lived through during the essence of sleep.) He won't talk to me. (5 words.)
I see a sign that says the Philadelphia, and another that says the New York, and another that says the Boston. (21 words) People with no faces are holding up signs that say, "We are abolitionists." (13 words) I'm running to them, but I never get closer. (9 words, literal nightmare logical factors.) Sitting here in the cold darkness, I've made up my mind that I'm going to speak to Mr. Harms. (19 words, another individual choice that makes her a true heroine, Skylights. Being brave enough to choose to act when needed is the first step of a heroine.) I've just got to figure out