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I would like to thank you guys for the review, not only because they are helpful but they make me more confident (go ahead...just feed my ego :D ) Also, I may not write another chapter for a few days. I've got work pretty much all weekend plus over the summer school work. But I should have something out soon and I will try to work on the next chapter on my down time.

Ch 2

Problems In The Bay Colony

Juliet sat in her tree enjoying her afternoon watching squirrels race around getting food. She smiled down at them feeling peaceful for once. There had been some issues with the natives. They had been trading with someone, apparently European, and it all seemed well but this new person annoyed her. She and him looked alike, besides her cowlick and the curl under her left ear, but this man seemed alittle strange. He talked strange, he wore strange clothing. If he didn't have good items to offer she would have kicked him off her land by now.

Her quiet afternoon was soon over when she heard yelling. She sighed and slid down her tree, making sure she didn't get her dress stuck on the branches, and ran off to see what was wrong. To her dismay, she found the strange European and another new comer.

"I thought we already settled this! Alfred is my little brother and this is my land!"

"Oh? Then how come the colony here lets me stay? Massachusetts even talked to me. How many times have you've even seen her, mon ami?" The frenchman smirked at Arthur. He then turned toward Juliet who stood watching the two from the trees. "And here she is. Obviously she would perfer to be my colony, non?"

Juliet almost laughed at how red Arthur was from anger. She made her way up to the two men. She cleared her throut, hopefully getting both of their attention.

"Excuse me, but Mr. Bonnefoy, you and I only have a strict business relationship. I'd rather keep it that instead of being your colony or your sister." She felt proud of herself. After having to solve plenty of small problems since the settlements it was nice to solve her own problem. Ofcorse, Francis looked like he had just been kicked.

Arthur laughed. "Serves you right for assuming things. Now my colony and I will be leaving now."

Juliet narrowed her eyes at the new comer. "I don't think so, bushy brows. I'm not going to be your colony, his colony, or anyone else. Besides, atleast Mr. Bonnefoy offers trade."

"But I can trade aswell! And you will be more pleased with what I have to offer."

She thought it over. It was either stay with the somewhat annoying man or go with the other man with a bush on his forehead. She decided it was best for the natives and herself to go with the new guy.

"Fine. But I'm not calling you my brother. Ever." She gave him a glare, hoping she got her point across.

Juliet was sitting in her tree once more with Alfred. Arthur had attempted to get them down earlier but since Juliet arrived she had been trying to get Alfred to stand up to the brit. Accually, she just wanted to see Arthur get mad.

"Hey Alfred," She turned to her new playmate. "Want me to teach you how to catch a turkey?"

Alfred tilted his head. "But thats easy. They don't fly."

Juliet laughed and shook her head. "No, they do. So the only way to catch them is to use a decoy."

"A decoy?"

"Yeah. We'll dress you up as another turkey and they come right up to you."

"That sound good except why do I have to be the turkey? I was the deer last." Alfred pouted.

"Because I don't want feathers in my pants later." Juliet sighed. "Will you just do it? I'll promise you won't have to dress up next time."

He frowned. "That what you said about the deer."

She ignored him and hopped down from tree with Alfred tailing behind her. She went into a chicken coop that Arthur insisted in having, and started picking feathers out of the straw. She then began to stick them on Alfred's clothing and in his hair.

"Now act like a turkey." She watched as he made turkey noises and started flapping his arms around. "Good. Now lets go into the woods. I'm sure there are turkey in there."

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Ofcorse after being punished by Arthur for the fifth time that day Juliet was forced to clean out the chicken coop.

"Stupid, tea drinking, child abusing bastard. I bet he's spoiling Alfred right now with bandages and cakes, which don't even taste good. So what if I let the turkey chase Alfred around and he almost lost his finger. What about the poor turkey? Alfred pretty must crushed it's bones trying to hug it." She shushed a chicken away and took the rest of the staw out.

"Julie whats a bastard?" Alfred, now covered with wrappings and not feathers, had come over with what Juliet presumed was lunch made by Arthur. It looked like burned rocks covered in something green.

She then got an idea. "Its a way of describing someone you look up to. Like Arthur." She tried to smile sweetly. Alfred seemed to believe her and ran off.

"Arthur guess what you are!"

Juliet frowned again and went back to work. "Idiot."

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Arthur laid down on his bed. After having to wash Alfred's mouth out, only to find out Juliet had told him that word and ran off before he could disapline her aswell, he was pretty tired. Dinner had gone cold, and something else. It taste fine to him and Alfred seem to like it but he check if Juliet finally came how to eat and found the plate thrown out the window.

After all the hard work he put into this meal, he atleast expected her to eat some of it. The rest of the settlers had shared their harvest with the natives, which did seem to please her, but she still refused to eat anything he made.

A small thunder cloud seemed to be hovering right about the house. He hoped that not all the colonies were afraid of thunder. Alfred was hard enough to get uncontrol and he was sure his bed couldn't take that much weight. Eve and Adam had come up to stay with them during the summer. Eve had already teamed up with Juliet in destroying the shed and Adam had slipped causing the table with his good tea cups to fall.

The thunder got louder and blue lights could be seen from the window. Arthur blew out his candle and decided it was best to get some sleep while he could, since Alfred would be up in minutes. As if to prove his thoughts correct the door opened and a small blonde child in a white night gown appeared.

"A-Arthur?" Arthur peek for a second but stayed still hoping that Alfred would go away.

The child on the other hand wasn't going to go. Instead, Arthur could feel it climb into the bed and snuggle up to his back. He felt four hands grabbed his shirt.

He opened his eyes. Last time he check Alfred only had two hands. He moved the covers and saw Alfred clinging to the front of his shirt. Arthur turned his head to look behind him, pleading that it wasn't Francis. Unforchantly it looked like him and he almost screamed before he relized who it was. Juliet pulled hard on his shirt at the next loud band and seemed to be trying to keep in her tears of fright.

I feel bad. Juliet is so mean to Alfred and Arthur, yet I'm the one making her do this *hangs head in shame* . And yeah, she looks like Francis. The curl would be CapeCod and the cowlick is Nantucket island (so its identical to Alfred's Nantucket).