Ok, so this is my fanfic about two stories in one...Liberty's Kids and the American Girl series of Felicity Merriman...there's no category for the American Girl series...so i put this here, even tho it would fit better with Felicity stuff...but i had NO IDEA how to make up a new category...so sorry if this confuses you at the moment...so a few things...

1. James, for the sake of the story, is the son of Thomas Jefferson...and for the sake of the story, they live in Williamsburg...and i know that Jefferson did not have a son named James...but lets pretend...and yes, James is exactly like the one from LK...just now he has a family and instead of working in Franklin's Printing Press...he works in one at Williamsburg

2. In future chapters...it will be just like LK...different events will occur...ones leading up to the Revolutionary war and ones during the war...i hope this clears ppl up...now...just like my "England" story under Ella Enchanted book...im gonna introduce myself to you all b/c i dont want to be known as an author but as a person just like you all...so you all know what im about and why it might take me some time to update...blah blah blah...so here it goes...

I'm 18 years old...senior in high school in eastern PA....AWESOME STATE! and im totally psyched about the EAGLES GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL BABY!!! take that everyone! boo yah! anyway...im going to Indiana University of Pennsylvania in the fall to major in Interior design and minor in U.S. History...i want to do stuff on the Revolutionary War period...my favorite books are Ella Enchanted and harry potter...fav. movies...The Patriot, Eurotrip, Tommy Boy, The Goonies, among others...i love Liberty's Kids...obviously...and Friends!!! I swim for my school's swim team...this is my 6th year of swimming competitively...i love to read, hang out with friends, shop at American Eagle, listen to music including classical stuff from movie soundtracks like Nicholas Nickelby, Harry Potter, Peter Pan (2003), and The Patriot, listen to my french radio station...i just finished my French 5 class...ive been taking french since 7th grade and i love it...my favorite places in the world are Colonial Williamsburg, England, and France...and i guess thats it for now...if you ahve any questions...feel free to ask me! ENJOY EVERYONE! oh, and REVIEW PLEASE!

Virginia Gazette - Foreign and Domestick

THIS DAY

Extract of a letter from Boston, Massachusetts

December 17, 1773

"Local citizens have their own solution for the three British merchant ships stalled in Boston Harbor with their unwanted cargo of East India Tea Company tea. Disguised as Indians some 60 members of the Sons of Liberty boarded the three vessels one-by-one to dump their cargo of tea into the salt water of the Harbor. Unconfirmed reports spread that local activist John Hancock, Boston's richest resident, actually led the raiding party. What is certain is that the local populace enjoyed the event that began around 6 o'clock in the evening, the crowd cheering from Griffin's Wharf as 342 chests of tea were dumped. When the raiding party withdrew there was not tea remaining on any of the three ships but not one British sailor was injured in the attack, and the tea was the only cargo aboard ship that was destroyed.

"The importance of this single act of rebellion was not lost on the moderate politician John Adams who said, "The people should never rise without doing something to be remembered, something notable and striking. This destruction of the tea is so bold, so daring, so firm, intrepid and inflexible, and it must have important consequences." A more radical patriot leader Josiah Quincy, Jr. has predicted that the event now being called the "Boston Tea Party" will lead "to the most trying and terrific struggle this country ever saw.""

I sat back and stared at the freshly printed Gazette in my hands; the yellowish paper still damp from the black ink. My mind was bursting with questions and I knew they should never be asked. What would father think if I began to ponder on the details of England's disapproval of the Colonies? Surely he would be furious to even know I set foot inside the Printing and Post Office to speak with James about the news for the day. "A Williamsburg lady need not know the on-goings of uproars in fellow Colonies," my mother would say while father nodded and added, "She should focus on growing to be a formidable lady."

"Felicity?" I looked up to see who had voiced my name - nay, who had caressed it. James stood by the printing press smirking at my bewilderment. His blond hair was pulled back with a black ribbon and ended about an inch below the nape of his neck. His tanned face showed signs of his hard work as an apprentice. His lean figure and muscles demonstrated his good health. His clothes, oh my, his clothes were fit for a prince. After all, James was the son of Mr. Thomas Jefferson, a member of the House of Burgesses and a favorite among Williamsburg's townspeople.

I've secretly fancied James for some time now, but because my parents are against the idea of going to war with England and becoming a separate country, it is not possible for me to voice my fancy until the flames of revolution have been extinguished. Mr. Jefferson and my father are rivals at the moment, my father on the King's side and Mr. Jefferson on the future America's side. I, myself, am on the America side as well, but nay, I may not voice that opinion either, due to the obvious. James knows of my thoughts, but is smart enough to keep them quiet.

I smiled at James and set the partially dry newsprint down on a pile forming on a table next to the printing press. "Well, father will like this," I said with a small laugh, motioning towards the drying Gazettes.

"He means well," James commented, continuing with his work.

"Aye, that he does!" I whispered with such loathing I could feel my fists clench. "Does he not see the limitations King George is putting on us? I don't believe I've heard him complain once about the fact that he must pay extra for the English tea shipments. Is he not upset about that?"

"He's just loyal to his country and his king, Felicity," James preached to me. "After all, he did serve the king as a red coat for fifteen years."

"Dash the red coats!" my fifteen-year-old ignorance showing through. "They're the reason Boston is so divided. The Boston Massacre set that town's colonials on fire. No one up there trust the British, why should we?" James's mouth turned up in a crooked smile, exposing a few white teeth and dimples. "What?" I demanded. He always confused me. What was so funny about the Boston Massacre?

"You surprise me Felicity Merriman," he said simply before turning back to his printing press just as Mr. Sanders, the Printing and Post Office owner, walked through the front door. I hid my smile and greeted Mr. Sanders.

"My dear Felicity!" he said cheerfully. "How does your family fare this fine morning?"

"They are fine, thank you sir. My father sent me to buy some ink from you for the shop. He seems to be running low and the next shipment shall not arrive for another week," I replied in an equally jovial tone. Mr. Sanders was one of the nicest men in town. Not a small fellow, Mr. Sanders reminded me somewhat of St. Nicholas with his round tummy and white beard.

"Well then, let's not keep Mr. Merriman waiting," he exclaimed and walked behind the front counter where a row of shelves held supplies such as paper, quills, and stamps. The ink was in a small basket near the bottom of the row. "How about ten packages? That should hold Edward Merriman until his shipment gets here…if it gets here."

"Sir?"

"Well, from what I hear, Boston Harbor will be closed down as punishment for the Tea Party," he whispered to me, happy to pass on some gossip. Mr. Sanders was a key member in the loop of information and he surely enjoyed the attention he received from the town because of it.

"Peyton Randolph said the same thing to me when I passed his home this morning on my way here," added James. "Sounds like this might last a while from what he told me."

"Better let your father know, Miss Felicity. We can't have him run low on ink and count on me to always have some in stock," suggested Mr. Sanders.

"Yes, thank you. How much do I owe you Mr. Sanders?" I asked, pulling out my coin purse.

"Six pounds." I passed him the money, put the ink packages in my basket, and turned for the door.

"Oh! Miss Felicity!" cried Mr. Sanders. I spun around and motioned for him to continue. "My wife asked that you would attend our son's sixteenth birthday ball on Saturday. Here, I have an invitation for you." He passed me the folded parchment, bade me farewell, and headed into the back room to get back to work.

I eyed the invitation and reminisced about Mr. Sanders's son, Nathan. You would think the son of the nicest man in town would be sweeter than the honey they sell in the market. Not Nathan Sanders. That boy was insufferable. He's been after me since I was twelve and I punched him in the nose for saying I was a girly-girl. I always tried to avoid him at all costs, but this time I couldn't refuse. Mr. and Mrs. Sanders have always been kind to me and as a noble lady, I needed to return the favor and accept their invitation.

I looked up to James. He was working on the press again. He set another sheet aside before speaking up. "I was invited as well. Although, I'm not too sure I want to celebrate the birth of a boy I don't enjoy."

"You must! You cannot leave me alone with him!" I cried. He started to chuckle, a low laugh that made my stomach squirm.

"It would be rather funny if he was hanging on you all night. Perhaps I shall go…"

"James Jefferson, you are intolerable!" I cried before storming out of the Printing and Post Office and onto the dusty paths of Duke of Gloucester street.