The Help

One evening, while we were working in my room, sudden footsteps were creeping outside my room. Minne, sassy as usual, said: “Who’s there.” Before we knew it, Hilly appears gazing at us. Her mouth grew wide, and her eyes shocked as ever. “Skeeter! What are you doing with these two disgusting creatures?” She leaned over to the desk and grabbed our notebook: the notebook that had all the details about the hardships that the black maids endured from the white homes of the south.  “Over my dead body if am I going to let you three get away with this! My name won’t be Hilly if I let something like this slide.”

We all looked at each other in amazement and silence. “I am going to take this to the police.” Said Hilly. At this point, we did not know what the next step was going to be. All we knew was that on the next Skeeter received a letter from court. The letter said that we had a court order next week and that the situation was a serious matter.

The week past and it was time for us to face all our anxieties and worries. Hilly showed up with her lawyer, and Skeeter’s mother hired a lawyer for us as well. After going back and forth with tons of questions and acquisitions, the final decision was made. The judge announced that we would have to go to jail and pay for what we had done.  The good new was that there was a bail, but for one million dollars. They handcuffed us and took us off to jail. This did not stop us from working on the book. Skeeter wanted us to be strong and to continue what we believed in. After months of struggle, Skeeter’s mother came up with the bail money. We were both jubilant and surprised. We all screamed in joy: “Yes! We are free!” The rate was high due to the fact that Minne and I were Negros. At the end it all worked and we were able to publish our book.