Alright this is based off of the historical books and what Ben's life might have been like. I have 6 stories planned just like the book. I've never seen the movie so I can't say that this had spoilers for that. Enjoy!
Meet Ben
It was a crisp spring day in Yorktown and a a thick layer of flowers on the ground. 10 year old Benjamin Michael Davidson was playing with his friend Charlie in the trees.
"Come on up," prompted Charlie to his friend. Charlie ran his hand through a shock of red hair and his smile big and wide.
"I have to go home and have dinner," said Ben. His mother just had another child not too long ago by now she should be back from the doctors house. A little girl named Chastity was the babe's name.
"Did your mother have the baby?" asked a girl poking her head out of nearby bushes. Her curly brown hair was underneath a mop cap and her yellow dress dirty at the bottom. Ben nodded and she squealed in delight.
Charlie only rolled his eyes but his emerald eyes bright.
"Perhaps we should visit our dear Mrs. Davidson and Chastity?" teased Charlie. All three of them raced from the little wood to a large house. It wasn't exactly plantation large but it was certainly close to it.
Mr. Davidson was a wealthy landowner that owned several pieces of Yorktown. While Mrs. Davidson ran the household as he was away and taking care of the children.
As they ran closer they heard the call of a servant girl.
"Mistress Genevieve! Mistress," cried out the girl with dark hair. Her yellow flowered dress flapping behind her. All of them had to slow down in order for her to catch up.
Finally she toward above the children. Ben and Charlie only rolled their eyes at the girl in yellow, Genevieve, who only shrugged. Her mother had hired a governess for a reason she supposed. The only thing she was good for was keeping Charlie out of trouble.
The women were quiet as all of them entered the household. Chastity could be sleeping after all. They went to the parlor which housed three women. All three if which looked up as they entered.
"Miss Sinclair," said Mrs. Davidson nodding at Genevieve then turned to Charlie. "Mr. Rutherford."
Genevieve curtsied and Charlie gave a little bow. Both of them and Ben looked at the new lady with curiosity.
"Mrs. Wheeler this is my son Benjamin," she said modestly putting her arm around him. "And these are his friends, Genevieve Sinclair and Charles Rutherford."
"Pleased to meet you chorused all three children. Mrs. Wheeler only chuckled at the children's antics. They must ahve been up to no good this afternoon. That or they had some big plans for the afternoon.
Soon enough Mrs. Dawson, a neighbor, invited them to sit down. Ben sat in between Genevieve and Charlie. The last time those two sat together Genevieve had straw in her hair.
"I have a son your age. Oh Simon," said Mrs. Wheeler as they were situated. All three of them looked excited at this prospect. Perhaps it was another boy to be friends with.
Mrs. Wheeler waved over a boy with dark blond hair and his shirt a little untidy. His smile looked forced and all of the children looked at one another. Ben could tell that Simon Wheeler didn't really like them.