Chapter Twelve
Founding fathers
Amelia sat around the table, not noticing her older self watch what was going on with interest. She was surrounded by a large group of men, all of them discussing their growing concern with the British who were ruling them. Leaning back in her chair she sighed, brushing a curl out of her eyes. They had found out she was a woman (Or more like she had let it slip after they had taken her to a bar and she had gotten drunk and basically let everything slip much to Benjamin's dismay.) Now dressed as her appropriate gender much to her father's joy Amelia had mixed feelings on the subject. The men had told her that one day she may need to conceal her gender but that day had not quite come as of yet. So for now the young woman was stuck in a corset and petticoats, wearing the dresses her father continued to send in attempts to make up for all of the fights they had been having as of late. The young woman played with the lace on her sleeve of her flowery white and blue dress as she listened to the men prattle on about taxes, and tea, and tariffs, and being under British rule… talking about everything under the sun as it seemed. She was excited however, they allowed her to pipe in with her comments—taking her very seriously as opposed to many of the other men she worked with. They valued her opinion greatly—it was something new to her but something that she really did love. Hearing one of the men say her name she looked up, "I'm sorry George? I was thinking about something else—what did you ask?"
The man frowned a bit at the young woman, his brown hair pulled back into a curled ponytail. "I said, Amelia. Do you think if you speak to Mister Kirkland about what we have discussed here will he listen to our grievances? Because it will be much easier to talk to him than send a messenger all the way to the king."
The girl leaned back in her chair a bit, playing with a curl of her hair as she thought. "I can speak to my Father but you need to understand that he's more loyal to the crown than anyone else I've ever met in all of my years. So he may understand and sympathize with us but he won't do anything unless the king agrees with him…" she hated this part of her job. There was so much wrong in the colonies at the moment but no one seemed to listen to their complaints no matter what they did. Shaking her head, Amelia sighed and ran a hand through her hair. The girl took in all of the disappointed faced men and sipped on her tea—hoping that when she spoke to her father he would actually listen this time.