Colonial Differences

This story is dedicated to Who's That Chick for her advice and I give her some of the credit for the ideas in this story.


Zach POV

I'm sitting in the living room with my parents waiting for my tutor Steven, when I got bored. "Mother, Father, I'll be in my room if you need me," I say walking out. "Okay, Zachary," my mother answers, going back to her knitting. "Go ahead, son," my father, Andrew Goode says, not even bothering to look up from his newspaper.

I sit in my room and take out my guitar. I am playing a basic song when Isaac, my personal servant and one of my best friends, comes in. "Zach," he tells me informally, like a friend would, "Steven is here." "Okay. I'll be right there," I say, thinking to myself as I walk down the stairs to the parlor Great, two hours of boring torture.

~Time Skip~

I decide to go downtown. I am going to slip out the servant's door with the help of Isaac. He tells me to go to the back of the house of the seamstress and baker's shop and throw a rock at the furthest right window on the second floor. "A, uh, friend of mine lives there and will help you look like a commoner. Just tell her-"

"Whoa, it's a girl?" I interrupt.

"Yes, and she will help you if you don't want anyone to recognize you and be able to walk around without people noticing you and she may even show you around town," he says.

"Oh, and what's her name, do I have to say anything in particular for her to help me?" I ask, starting to walk out.

"Her name is Carolina Ferdinaz and, um," Isaac says, blushing. "And tell her that I sent you."

With that, I run outside and head downtown on my hores, Blackjack, thinking Someone has a little crush.


~Time Skip~

Throwing a rock at the window, just like Isaac said, I hoped that the wrong person doesn't come out and ask me what I was doing.

A girl about 17 with dark brown eyes and hair that fell an inch past her shoulders comes out and asks, "Isaac?" looking around. So, Isaac comes here often, now does he? She looks down when I say no. "But I am a friends of his. Are you Carolina?"

"Yes I am. Why do you care?" she replies curtly.

"Well, Isaac sent me. He said you could help me. I'm Zachary Jared Goode," I reply, giving her a slight bow. I see her gasp and leave the window. As I begin to wonder where she went, she burst out the back door. She comes to a stop about five feet away from me and curtseys. "Mr. Goode, I am so sorry. I did not mean to disrespect you."

"No worries, it's fine. Oh, and, please, call me Zach."

"Okay, Zach. So, um, Isaac sent you. Why?"

"I need to blend in. Will you help me look like a commoner?" She looks at me, as if sizing me up.

"Sure. Let me go grab some clothes. Um, and by any chance, does Isaac talk about me often?" she asks blushing then saying, "never mind. I'll be right back." She runs in to the house after looking at me one last time. She comes back two minutes later carrying a bungle of clothes and a pair of shoes. "My brother won't know they're missing," she says, pushing me into he woods behind her house. "Now change and we'll head to town. I'll take you to meet my friends."


A/N Don't worry, in the next chapter there will be some Zammie action. Oh by the way, the girl Carolina is me. I'm not 17 though, but I do look like that. Anyway, please review and tell me if you liked so I can continue. This is my first fanfic.

Bye! Love you all!

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