"Oh crap, I'm really late. John's gonna kill me!" I said running out the door. It was Sunday and my first meeting of Colony High School's Independency Club. Being rather late I didn't even have time to finish making toast, so I ran down the street with the whole toaster in my mouth.

I dashed into the room, completely out of breath. "You're exactly eleven minutes and thirty eight seconds late!" John said in an obnoxious tone, "though fortunately you won't be punished this time as the entire New Jersey delegation hasn't arrived yet."

"Cut her some slack, it's only her first day," the club president said. His name was John Hancock. Yes, another John. I found that this school has quite an abundance of them. Anyways, Hancock is in Sam Adam's class. Unfortunately Sam himself would not be attending the Independency Club, he had another Club with a similar goal called the Sons of Liberty Club. They were more about taking action than discussion, which is not really my cup of tea. Not even Sam's glorious figure could not sway me to join such a rowdy crowd. Not yet anyway.

Reluctantly I made my way to a table where the members from the Virginia neighborhood were. The tall stoic figure of Thomas Jeffer-san was not present, as he sat on the window sill, reading some book. Damnit, why do you even join a club if you're just going to read? Whatever. I sat at the table next to a man whose obnoxious smile was large enough to rival Washington's.

"Hello, my name is Richard Henry Lee, Virginia is my home!"

I can see that. You wouldn't be sitting at the Virginia table of Virginia wasn't your home. Shouting it won't make a difference.

"I just think it's an important thing to say aloud, as the Lee's are FFV, the first families in the Southern colony of Virginia!"

And... you ignored me. Great. Why is everyone here so obnoxious? Why is everyone here singing? No one sang back in Britain, this clearly most be an American thing. Or, does this take place in Japan? I have no idea really.

Well it seemed like everyone at the moment was present, except the members from New Jersey who apparently had better things to do. The first topic was whether the members of the Rhode Island militia should be required to wear matching uniforms. I don't get it, we all have the same school uniforms. It's not like we're going to war or something. Right? Oh God, what am I getting myself into.

"Dont worry madam," said Franklin, who happened to be nearby, "I assure you that we won't actually be taking up arms against the school."

I would love to believe you Franklin, but it's hard to do so with you suspiciously adjusting your glasses whenever you talk. It's freaking me out.

Anyway it appeared that the club clearly wasn't determined to actually find useful ideas to combat Principle George, but rather spent the entire time arguing amongst themselves. I sat in the club for three hours contemplating on why I was even there in the first place. I took a savory look at Jeffer-san, who was still seated on the window. He simply shrugged and continued reading his book. The only one who seemed more fed up with this bull crap was John Adams himself, who was so red that he looked more akin to a ferocious tomato rather than a human being. Finally he let loose his anger.

"GOOD GOD! While we are all here squabbling over minor details, Principle George is continuing to abuse students rights! Now is the time to act! We must declare Independency from the King, and become a school run by the colonists! I say vote yes for Independency!"

"Will someone shut that man up!" Cried a voice from the audience.

"Never!" John yelled back, "Never!"

Clearly having his fill, John stormed out of the building. Realizing the futility of staying here any longer, I followed his lead.

"Guys, it's 2:10, I have to go."

The rest of the congress seemed to accept my answer and I walked out the building. As I closed the door I heard the arguing continuing. It was just then that I noticed I was sweating profusely. Damn, someone ought have opened up a window. I looked around and saw John singing to himself about piddling, twiddling and resolving, and I left him to that. I had homework I needed to catch up on. I wouldn't want a time loop on my hands.

It was now Monday, and we were back in school. Now by we, I meant everyone except dear Mr. Adams, who apparently was not over the weekend's shenanigans. That was fine by me, it sure would be a lot quieter without his presence.

The swim meet was after school today. I was a fairly good swimmer back in my old school, though I'd be lying if I said that having Sam there wasn't going to be a major distraction. I might have difficulty concentrating with all that eye candy walking around.

As I walked to the pool area I saw Sam greeting me. "Ah, I see you've made it. I'm quite happy to see you again." Sam was extremely formal and polite. How was he John's brother again?

"G-good to see you too..." I stuttered. Damnit, I can't stay composed in this condition. I couldn't help but notice the budget in his Speedo. I blushed and quickly averted my eyes.

Luckily Sam didn't seem to notice. He must be really dense, which I guess is unsurprising given that this is a Japanese high school.

"It appears that we have a bit of time before the others arrive. Care for some tea?"

Where did you get that teapot.

Sam shrugged.

We sat down at a table by the pool, sipping Sam's tea. Damn, that's good tea. Samuel Adams you truly are a gift from God himself.

Sam's expression then turned a bit more serious. "Unfortunately it seems like it will be awhile before we can drink tea like this again. I'm sure you've heard of the new school policy regarding tea?"

"Yeah, didn't they like jack up the prices a ton?"

"Correct. Just the thought of all that extra money wasted is getting to me. I have a plan to get back at the principle, but unfortunately it requires me to damage the pool."

What are you going to do, dump all the tea in the pool?

"That was my plan exactly!" He said, a little too enthusiastically.

I was taken aback. Dump the tea in the pool? That just sounds crazy. Besides, if they catch us, we might be expelled, or worse, forced to clean the pool! Wait did I say us? You don't expect me to take part in this. Do you?

"That's completely up to you, though I'd be ecstatic if you helped out. Truthfully, I wanted to tell you this, since my act will leave the pool in unfavorable condition to swim. The rest of the swim team has already been informed and have agreed to my plan. But if you would rather keep the pool clean we will think of something else."

I sighed, "well I can't really refuse your offer if the rest of the team is ok with it." I didn't want to make things awkward by being the only person opposed to dumping tea in the pool.

"Excellent! We'll meet at the school at midnight. I was thinking of dressing as Mohawk Indians, so the staff would think it is just a raid."

That's a terrible idea. No one would be stupid enough to believe the Mohawks would go to such lengths just to dump tea in the pool. What would they have to gain? Of course, I didn't say any of that.

"Well, the others should be arriving soon. I had a good time chatting with you." He stood up and began to walk away. I had a good look at his backside before I too left the table to begin practice.