Lalala. I just love ripping off movie titles to name my chapters. Sorry
about me not posting a lot lately. See, I have like a trillion chapters
finished. And I just need to see some episodes to make sure. Like, for
example, tomorrow's. Because I try and make these fit between and during
the episodes. Which is really hard. I had to rewrite the beginning of one
chapter because of it. Anyways, here you go. You'll be getting a lot of
chapters. One posted today, two on Tuesday, three on Wednesday, and four on
Thursday, uh, if I get around to it. Which equals ten chapters.
Is Liberty's Kids mine? Well, I'm a kid, so no. Here's the chapter!
Dear Mother,
Why must you send over Sir Walter? I've known him since I was little. I fear that our former friendship shall be ruined.
Mother, I would think that getting rid of three suitors would at least hint to you about my feelings towards them. I do not love these men. I wish they were back in England. Their presence only hinders my work here.
I promise, Mother, that later on, I may think of suitors, but won't you stop sometime? There must be a limit to the suitors you ship here.
I hope you're doing well.
- Your Loving Daughter,
Sarah
Sir Walter Cadobury was to be here soon. And somehow, I know that he shall arrive today. I am worried. I hope his twin Wallace will not come with him. I could not bare it. Uh oh, too late. The door's being knocked on. Please don't open it. Please, I pray.
However, my prayers fell on deaf ears. Henri is now standing right in front of me.
"Sarah! The men are here!" Henri said thickly.
He did just say men, did he not? That means that both Walter and Wallace are here. Lovely. And James is out buying ink. Oh well. I can take them, right?
"Okay, Henri. Just stall them for a bit, will you?" I begged.
Henri smirked.
"I am surprised you did not ask for James," Henri said with a flourish.
I rolled my eyes.
"Honestly, Henri! We both know that I do not need James for anything," I exclaimed.
Henri's smirk widens.
"Sarah, I have two eyes. I am not blind. I see things," Henri said intelligently.
I shook my head.
"Like what? Dead people?" I said sarcastically.
Henri gave me a weird look.
"Do we have to go over this again? Because I already thought we had gone over the fact that you love James," Henri said exasperatedly.
I glared at Henri.
"I don't love him! I barely even like him!" I snapped.
Henri rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say, Sarah," Henri shrugged.
Why did he have to be so sure he was right? It was very unnerving. I walked downstairs and saw my two childhood friends. I hugged them both, trying to think of ways to be rid of the brothers. Moses, fortunately, was at a Mechanics meeting. I smiled and decided to have a talk with my dear friend. I shooed Henri out of the room and Wallace too. This was between Walter and me. I sat down, feeling guilty.
"Look, Walter, I don't know how to put this," I replied nervously.
He nodded eagerly and I sighed. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Well, I don't exactly feel romantic inclinations towards you. I have more friendly relations towards you. I'm so sorry my mother mislead you into thinking I am looking to get married. I don't even want to be married now. I'm writing, and I like the way things are going here at the Gazette. I'm sorry you came all the way here for nothing. Maybe I could set you up with one of my friends back home?" I rambled, semi-worried.
Walter frowned, then smiled. He nodded and turned to leave.
"Thanks, Sarah. I wasn't really up to this myself. My brother, though... You'd better watch out for him," Walter warned.
I nodded and Walter left. And Wallace walked in. However, James entered the room at the same time. I walked over briskly, grabbed his arm, and smiled apologetically at Wallace.
"Wallace, could you excuse me for a minute? I need to go talk with my friend, James, for a minute. We'll be right back, I promise," I pleaded politely.
I escorted James out of the room and he jerked his arm from my hand quickly.
"What, Sarah?" James yawned.
I sighed.
"You must help me to get rid of Wallace," I begged.
James frowned and winced.
"Do I have to?" James said, sounding a bit like a kicked puppy.
I nodded. James looked around and sighed. His eyes alit on one of Doctor Franklin's bottles of wine. He grinned and impishly snatched the bottle. I frowned.
"James! That ought to be very expensive!" I shrieked.
James smirked and pointed to the label.
"Remember that guy in the mob? He made it. I doubt it's too valuable," James explained.
I sighed and he uncorked it. He took a swig of it himself. He grinned. I gasped.
"James Hiller! You should not be drinking!" I hissed.
He smiled reassuringly at me.
"Don't worry, Sar, it's just a sip. And it's not so bad, anyways. But he'll get the most of it," James said, relaxed.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. This experience was very enlightening. I sighed and sat down. James plopped down next to me, grinning congenially.
"Hey, Wallace, want some wine? It's fresh and grapelicious," James asked kindly.
Wallace nodded and James poured him a large, full glass. Wallace drank all of it and James refilled his glass, so it was never empty. I leaned over to whisper in James' ear.
"Is that your bright idea? To get him drunk?" I snapped under my breath.
James smiled and nodded. I sighed. Brilliant, except not. However, his plan was effective. So effective that when Moses had returned from his meeting, James merely slipped the bottle into Wallace's coat pocket and he was done. Moses threw him out, yet I still worried.
I felt so bad about doing all this. The men had been on a ship for two months, just to see me! It was so sad. And mother! Why wouldn't she listen?
- Loren ;*
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Is Liberty's Kids mine? Well, I'm a kid, so no. Here's the chapter!
Dear Mother,
Why must you send over Sir Walter? I've known him since I was little. I fear that our former friendship shall be ruined.
Mother, I would think that getting rid of three suitors would at least hint to you about my feelings towards them. I do not love these men. I wish they were back in England. Their presence only hinders my work here.
I promise, Mother, that later on, I may think of suitors, but won't you stop sometime? There must be a limit to the suitors you ship here.
I hope you're doing well.
- Your Loving Daughter,
Sarah
Sir Walter Cadobury was to be here soon. And somehow, I know that he shall arrive today. I am worried. I hope his twin Wallace will not come with him. I could not bare it. Uh oh, too late. The door's being knocked on. Please don't open it. Please, I pray.
However, my prayers fell on deaf ears. Henri is now standing right in front of me.
"Sarah! The men are here!" Henri said thickly.
He did just say men, did he not? That means that both Walter and Wallace are here. Lovely. And James is out buying ink. Oh well. I can take them, right?
"Okay, Henri. Just stall them for a bit, will you?" I begged.
Henri smirked.
"I am surprised you did not ask for James," Henri said with a flourish.
I rolled my eyes.
"Honestly, Henri! We both know that I do not need James for anything," I exclaimed.
Henri's smirk widens.
"Sarah, I have two eyes. I am not blind. I see things," Henri said intelligently.
I shook my head.
"Like what? Dead people?" I said sarcastically.
Henri gave me a weird look.
"Do we have to go over this again? Because I already thought we had gone over the fact that you love James," Henri said exasperatedly.
I glared at Henri.
"I don't love him! I barely even like him!" I snapped.
Henri rolled his eyes.
"Whatever you say, Sarah," Henri shrugged.
Why did he have to be so sure he was right? It was very unnerving. I walked downstairs and saw my two childhood friends. I hugged them both, trying to think of ways to be rid of the brothers. Moses, fortunately, was at a Mechanics meeting. I smiled and decided to have a talk with my dear friend. I shooed Henri out of the room and Wallace too. This was between Walter and me. I sat down, feeling guilty.
"Look, Walter, I don't know how to put this," I replied nervously.
He nodded eagerly and I sighed. I didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"Well, I don't exactly feel romantic inclinations towards you. I have more friendly relations towards you. I'm so sorry my mother mislead you into thinking I am looking to get married. I don't even want to be married now. I'm writing, and I like the way things are going here at the Gazette. I'm sorry you came all the way here for nothing. Maybe I could set you up with one of my friends back home?" I rambled, semi-worried.
Walter frowned, then smiled. He nodded and turned to leave.
"Thanks, Sarah. I wasn't really up to this myself. My brother, though... You'd better watch out for him," Walter warned.
I nodded and Walter left. And Wallace walked in. However, James entered the room at the same time. I walked over briskly, grabbed his arm, and smiled apologetically at Wallace.
"Wallace, could you excuse me for a minute? I need to go talk with my friend, James, for a minute. We'll be right back, I promise," I pleaded politely.
I escorted James out of the room and he jerked his arm from my hand quickly.
"What, Sarah?" James yawned.
I sighed.
"You must help me to get rid of Wallace," I begged.
James frowned and winced.
"Do I have to?" James said, sounding a bit like a kicked puppy.
I nodded. James looked around and sighed. His eyes alit on one of Doctor Franklin's bottles of wine. He grinned and impishly snatched the bottle. I frowned.
"James! That ought to be very expensive!" I shrieked.
James smirked and pointed to the label.
"Remember that guy in the mob? He made it. I doubt it's too valuable," James explained.
I sighed and he uncorked it. He took a swig of it himself. He grinned. I gasped.
"James Hiller! You should not be drinking!" I hissed.
He smiled reassuringly at me.
"Don't worry, Sar, it's just a sip. And it's not so bad, anyways. But he'll get the most of it," James said, relaxed.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. This experience was very enlightening. I sighed and sat down. James plopped down next to me, grinning congenially.
"Hey, Wallace, want some wine? It's fresh and grapelicious," James asked kindly.
Wallace nodded and James poured him a large, full glass. Wallace drank all of it and James refilled his glass, so it was never empty. I leaned over to whisper in James' ear.
"Is that your bright idea? To get him drunk?" I snapped under my breath.
James smiled and nodded. I sighed. Brilliant, except not. However, his plan was effective. So effective that when Moses had returned from his meeting, James merely slipped the bottle into Wallace's coat pocket and he was done. Moses threw him out, yet I still worried.
I felt so bad about doing all this. The men had been on a ship for two months, just to see me! It was so sad. And mother! Why wouldn't she listen?
- Loren ;*
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