Well, hope you like this chapter. Sorry I haven't been updating a lot, but
this week and the past week have just been crap for me. And I have a S.S.
Test tomorrow and I have to put together a newspaper on the Civil War (the
irony's killing me), and I don't even know what I'm doing in Science, but
we have this lame Spanish project that came literally out of nowhere today,
and it's due on Friday, and there's Writing Assessment in CA and I am so
sick of going over etiquette in FACS, because I already had a class on it
that my Grandma paid for and *sigh*...
Anyways, you REALLY don't want to hear about my many problems at the moment, because this year is majorly sucking. So, uh, enjoy the chap, it's between episodes, I think...Here ya go!
Oh, and, if it doesn't trouble you too much, if anyone's actually reading this, which I'm kinda doubting they are, but that's okay, 'cause I'm like paranoid and on a perpetual off-day here, and this is seriously the biggest run-on sentence ever, but I don't care anyways, and I was just kinda hoping you would review, 'cause, y'know, I might actually get into an updating pattern here....
But the chapter. Voila! Here it is! Read! Enjoy! Review if ya feel like it!
I have moved on. I know I have. I think I have anyways. I am so unsure about everything now.
What did that dream mean? I still do not understand its meaning. I cannot even look at James now without blushing! What am I to do?
Truth be told, I have no idea. When I was back in England, and the house got too stifling, I would take a walk. I should probably go take one now. Maybe it will clear up my head.
I can only hope.
I walk outside, sighing, and almost run into a girl who's trying to reassure a bucking horse. She smiles briefly at me and turns her full attention back to the horse. The horse calms down quickly. I tap the girl on the shoulder.
"Do you need help with something?" I ask, trying to help the girl.
She sighs and tosses back her hair.
"Yeah, actually. I sat down to rest for a minute and someone took the bag with my food and money in it. Do you have any food I could eat, by any chance?" She beseeched.
The girl looked about my age, with wavy brown hair pulled back and bright blue eyes. Money is something I have. If it gets my mind off of my problems, I owe her a great deal. I smile.
"Well, I can buy you something in a restaurant," I reply kindly.
She nods and we start to walk, her holding fast to her horse.
"Okay, that'd be fine. Hey, is there any way I can help you?" She asks gratefully.
I think for a moment. Should I ask this stranger for help with my problems? Well, what do I have to lose?
"Actually, there is a way. You see, I have a slight problem," I begin, hesitating.
She nods.
"I suppose it all began when Mother started sending over suitors. My friend, bless his soul, helped me evade their clutches and send them crying back to England. I fell in love with the last one Mother sent, but I sent him away because he owns slaves and hates the French. Anyways, I was staying at the Adamses in Boston, and, to encourage their children, I got a smallpox inoculation," I continue, sighing.
She gives me a curious look.
"Sam Adams or John Adams?" She asks boldly.
"Abigail, actually. Anyways, I had a nasty fever and during it I had three dreams. In the first dream, I chased after the man I loved. He threw me off a cliff and a strange man rescued me and asked me to marry him. In the second, I was with my friends, who were giving me advice. One told me to move on, the other said that the friend who had saved me from the suitors loved me, and the friend who had saved me from the suitors criticized me," I exhale.
Now comes the difficult part. The stranger looks at me, confused.
"What's the problem with that? Well, besides your beloved tossing you off a cliff and a mysterious stranger asking for your hand in marriage. I mean, that's got to be pretty rough," She remarks loudly.
I sigh and grin, but my smile fades quickly.
"I am not finished. I told you there were three dreams," I sigh, nervous for what is to come, "In the third and final dream, I felt like it was really happening. It started out innocently enough, with me talking to the friend who saved me from the suitors. But then, in the dream, he kissed me. Things progressed, and well, I do not like thinking about what that would be like in reality. In the dream, I appeared to be reciprocating his feelings towards me."
My new-found friend looked shocked.
"So, lemme get this straight, you had a fantasy about your best friend? And in your dream, you liked it?" She begins.
I nod quietly. She shakes her head and laughs.
"Well, uh, whatever your name is, you obviously are attracted to your "friend". Maybe more. You feel betrayed by your beloved and someone saved you from him. Your friends are telling you to forget about him and move on to the best friend," She guffaws.
I rolled my eyes. Her advice was probably right. That scares me. This whole incident scares me.
"My name's Sarah, Sarah Phillips. What is yours?" I inquire rapidly.
She grins and sticks out a hand.
"I'm Sybil, Sybil Ludington. It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Sybil says friendlily.
Did she just say Sybil Ludington? Wasn't that the name of James' friend? And I just told her about my dream.
I guess I must have paled or something, because Sybil is staring at me.
"Are you okay?" Sybil questions, concerned.
I nod and plaster a fake smile on my lips.
"Yeah, I am fine. I guess that the inoculation's affects have not totally worn off yet," I lie, sighing.
We had reached a restaurant and walked inside. I ordered her some food, I had just eaten and was not hungry. We sat down, yet I was perplexed. Should I follow her advice or not?
"So, Sybil, what brings you here to Philadelphia?" I ponder, trying not to sound nosy.
She eats ravenously, which reminds me of Henri.
"Oh, I'm coming to visit a friend of mine," Sybil answers, drinking deep from the cup.
I nod. She must mean James.
"So, I heard about your midnight ride. You must have had a lot of courage to do so," I ramble, making a subject up out of the middle of nowhere.
She looks surprised and almost spits out her coffee.
"Uh, yeah. How do you know about that?" Sybil asked, stunned.
I smiled.
"I read the papers," I said seriously.
Truthfully, James had told us upon his return. It was in the newspaper, though.
Sybil sighed and a dreamy look crossed her face.
"Yeah. The papers," She drooled.
Then she snapped out of it and smirked at me.
"Hey, Sarah, I know just what you should do about your problem," Sibyl started.
I raised my eyebrows.
"What, Sybil?"
Her smirk grew wider.
"Isn't it obvious? Go kiss that best friend of yours. And you'd better, or I'll just have to hunt you down and make you," Sybil joked.
I frowned. But she has feelings for James, that much is obvious. I am not quite sure I do. James seems to like her an awful lot. Maybe even love her. I do not think I should interfere. I fake a smile.
"Okay, Sybil, I will," I mumbled.
Sybil gave me a suspicious look.
"I might just have to follow you to make sure you actually do it," Sybil teased.
She cannot follow me. Then it would be horrible. Instead I pout.
"Can't you trust me?" I beg, hoping she won't follow me.
If she does, I don't know what I'd do.
"Are you kidding? You're British!" Sybil exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. Those British jokes are all so over-used.
"Look, I promise I will do it," I said, trying to make her leave.
Sybil shook her head and finished her meal. I paid for it and we left the restaurant.
"No, no, no. I don't think so! I'm not leaving until I see you kiss him!" Sybil persisted, following me.
I thought quickly. I could definitely not kiss James.
Who could I kiss? Suddenly, an idea came to me, Jack! James' friend Jack! He would be okay with it, right? I just pray I run into him.
We are at the print shop, yet no sign of any of the boys. I smile at Sybil for a moment.
"Can I go inside for a second?" I asked, hoping I'd find Jack inside.
Sybil nodded and I bolted inside. I spotted James straight off.
"James? Where is that friend of yours? Jack, I believe?" I questioned quickly.
James looked around and shrugged.
"No idea. I think he's sick today," James replied calmly.
I began to wring my hands.
"Do you have any other friends close to our age?" I pleaded, nervously.
I did not want to kiss James. James looked down and shook his head.
"No one?" I snapped, alarmed.
He nodded and I sighed.
"Well, that is absolutely terrible! What am I to do?" I exclaimed desperately.
James looked at me quizzically.
"What's the problem, Sarah?" James wondered, concerned.
I shook my head, trying to fight back a blush. I most certainly could not talk to him about this.
"Nothing. I'll just wing it," I muttered, annoyed.
I did not have to look behind me to know that Sybil was watching. I did anyways, though.
She grinned at me and I scowled. Soon, how, I do not know, she was sitting on the stairs. Henri and Moses were now in the room. I stood right next to the stairs.
"So, who's that "friend" of yours? Is it Mr. Hiller?" Sybil asked in a mocking tone.
Of course, since I alone was by the stairs, I alone could hear her.
"No," I hissed.
She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, like you have feelings for that kid and the other guy?" Sybil grunted, annoyed.
I knew she was angry at me. But, also, I knew I could not kiss James. She appears to be thinking now.
"I've kissed Mr. Hiller too, you know," Sybil gossiped.
What? Well, that explained a few dreamy looks, now didn't it? It was still news to me, however. Sybil sighed.
"Get on with it already! Kiss him or I'll tell him about your dream!" Sybil taunted.
I glared at her and chewed on my lip. It was now or never. In a flash, I was across the room. I kissed him for a brief moment and then flew up the stairs. Sybil leapt out the window, giving me an odd look as she landed.
I could tell she was not irritated anymore. She did look very confused though. Truly, who could blame her?
It was a split decision that surprised everyone. Most of all, me.
I locked my door, waiting for the footsteps to thud across the stairs. While they came, I packed my bags. It was time for me to see my father.
But, before I left, I needed to have a talk with a certain person.
I kissed Moses.
- Loren ;*
Yeah, I know that I haven't updated in forever, but I've been having tests and projects out the wazoo lately and I'm so stressed it isn't even funny sometimes. *sigh* I'm on a semi-sugar high right now, so if I don't make any sense, that's why.
Yeah, Sarah kissing Moses, meeting up with Sybil, strange, right? Oh, and it's actually been a few weeks since Sybil left, but she's there to visit James and what not, but she just winds up doing nothing, so yeah...
Oh, and Ruberta, Sybil actually did appear in an episode of the show. I believe it was called Sybil Ludington and it's 120, or episode 20...And, well, you've got your confrontation, and I promise you, there'll be another one later on. ;) Hehe.
Anyways, you REALLY don't want to hear about my many problems at the moment, because this year is majorly sucking. So, uh, enjoy the chap, it's between episodes, I think...Here ya go!
Oh, and, if it doesn't trouble you too much, if anyone's actually reading this, which I'm kinda doubting they are, but that's okay, 'cause I'm like paranoid and on a perpetual off-day here, and this is seriously the biggest run-on sentence ever, but I don't care anyways, and I was just kinda hoping you would review, 'cause, y'know, I might actually get into an updating pattern here....
But the chapter. Voila! Here it is! Read! Enjoy! Review if ya feel like it!
I have moved on. I know I have. I think I have anyways. I am so unsure about everything now.
What did that dream mean? I still do not understand its meaning. I cannot even look at James now without blushing! What am I to do?
Truth be told, I have no idea. When I was back in England, and the house got too stifling, I would take a walk. I should probably go take one now. Maybe it will clear up my head.
I can only hope.
I walk outside, sighing, and almost run into a girl who's trying to reassure a bucking horse. She smiles briefly at me and turns her full attention back to the horse. The horse calms down quickly. I tap the girl on the shoulder.
"Do you need help with something?" I ask, trying to help the girl.
She sighs and tosses back her hair.
"Yeah, actually. I sat down to rest for a minute and someone took the bag with my food and money in it. Do you have any food I could eat, by any chance?" She beseeched.
The girl looked about my age, with wavy brown hair pulled back and bright blue eyes. Money is something I have. If it gets my mind off of my problems, I owe her a great deal. I smile.
"Well, I can buy you something in a restaurant," I reply kindly.
She nods and we start to walk, her holding fast to her horse.
"Okay, that'd be fine. Hey, is there any way I can help you?" She asks gratefully.
I think for a moment. Should I ask this stranger for help with my problems? Well, what do I have to lose?
"Actually, there is a way. You see, I have a slight problem," I begin, hesitating.
She nods.
"I suppose it all began when Mother started sending over suitors. My friend, bless his soul, helped me evade their clutches and send them crying back to England. I fell in love with the last one Mother sent, but I sent him away because he owns slaves and hates the French. Anyways, I was staying at the Adamses in Boston, and, to encourage their children, I got a smallpox inoculation," I continue, sighing.
She gives me a curious look.
"Sam Adams or John Adams?" She asks boldly.
"Abigail, actually. Anyways, I had a nasty fever and during it I had three dreams. In the first dream, I chased after the man I loved. He threw me off a cliff and a strange man rescued me and asked me to marry him. In the second, I was with my friends, who were giving me advice. One told me to move on, the other said that the friend who had saved me from the suitors loved me, and the friend who had saved me from the suitors criticized me," I exhale.
Now comes the difficult part. The stranger looks at me, confused.
"What's the problem with that? Well, besides your beloved tossing you off a cliff and a mysterious stranger asking for your hand in marriage. I mean, that's got to be pretty rough," She remarks loudly.
I sigh and grin, but my smile fades quickly.
"I am not finished. I told you there were three dreams," I sigh, nervous for what is to come, "In the third and final dream, I felt like it was really happening. It started out innocently enough, with me talking to the friend who saved me from the suitors. But then, in the dream, he kissed me. Things progressed, and well, I do not like thinking about what that would be like in reality. In the dream, I appeared to be reciprocating his feelings towards me."
My new-found friend looked shocked.
"So, lemme get this straight, you had a fantasy about your best friend? And in your dream, you liked it?" She begins.
I nod quietly. She shakes her head and laughs.
"Well, uh, whatever your name is, you obviously are attracted to your "friend". Maybe more. You feel betrayed by your beloved and someone saved you from him. Your friends are telling you to forget about him and move on to the best friend," She guffaws.
I rolled my eyes. Her advice was probably right. That scares me. This whole incident scares me.
"My name's Sarah, Sarah Phillips. What is yours?" I inquire rapidly.
She grins and sticks out a hand.
"I'm Sybil, Sybil Ludington. It's nice to meet you, Sarah," Sybil says friendlily.
Did she just say Sybil Ludington? Wasn't that the name of James' friend? And I just told her about my dream.
I guess I must have paled or something, because Sybil is staring at me.
"Are you okay?" Sybil questions, concerned.
I nod and plaster a fake smile on my lips.
"Yeah, I am fine. I guess that the inoculation's affects have not totally worn off yet," I lie, sighing.
We had reached a restaurant and walked inside. I ordered her some food, I had just eaten and was not hungry. We sat down, yet I was perplexed. Should I follow her advice or not?
"So, Sybil, what brings you here to Philadelphia?" I ponder, trying not to sound nosy.
She eats ravenously, which reminds me of Henri.
"Oh, I'm coming to visit a friend of mine," Sybil answers, drinking deep from the cup.
I nod. She must mean James.
"So, I heard about your midnight ride. You must have had a lot of courage to do so," I ramble, making a subject up out of the middle of nowhere.
She looks surprised and almost spits out her coffee.
"Uh, yeah. How do you know about that?" Sybil asked, stunned.
I smiled.
"I read the papers," I said seriously.
Truthfully, James had told us upon his return. It was in the newspaper, though.
Sybil sighed and a dreamy look crossed her face.
"Yeah. The papers," She drooled.
Then she snapped out of it and smirked at me.
"Hey, Sarah, I know just what you should do about your problem," Sibyl started.
I raised my eyebrows.
"What, Sybil?"
Her smirk grew wider.
"Isn't it obvious? Go kiss that best friend of yours. And you'd better, or I'll just have to hunt you down and make you," Sybil joked.
I frowned. But she has feelings for James, that much is obvious. I am not quite sure I do. James seems to like her an awful lot. Maybe even love her. I do not think I should interfere. I fake a smile.
"Okay, Sybil, I will," I mumbled.
Sybil gave me a suspicious look.
"I might just have to follow you to make sure you actually do it," Sybil teased.
She cannot follow me. Then it would be horrible. Instead I pout.
"Can't you trust me?" I beg, hoping she won't follow me.
If she does, I don't know what I'd do.
"Are you kidding? You're British!" Sybil exclaimed.
I rolled my eyes. Those British jokes are all so over-used.
"Look, I promise I will do it," I said, trying to make her leave.
Sybil shook her head and finished her meal. I paid for it and we left the restaurant.
"No, no, no. I don't think so! I'm not leaving until I see you kiss him!" Sybil persisted, following me.
I thought quickly. I could definitely not kiss James.
Who could I kiss? Suddenly, an idea came to me, Jack! James' friend Jack! He would be okay with it, right? I just pray I run into him.
We are at the print shop, yet no sign of any of the boys. I smile at Sybil for a moment.
"Can I go inside for a second?" I asked, hoping I'd find Jack inside.
Sybil nodded and I bolted inside. I spotted James straight off.
"James? Where is that friend of yours? Jack, I believe?" I questioned quickly.
James looked around and shrugged.
"No idea. I think he's sick today," James replied calmly.
I began to wring my hands.
"Do you have any other friends close to our age?" I pleaded, nervously.
I did not want to kiss James. James looked down and shook his head.
"No one?" I snapped, alarmed.
He nodded and I sighed.
"Well, that is absolutely terrible! What am I to do?" I exclaimed desperately.
James looked at me quizzically.
"What's the problem, Sarah?" James wondered, concerned.
I shook my head, trying to fight back a blush. I most certainly could not talk to him about this.
"Nothing. I'll just wing it," I muttered, annoyed.
I did not have to look behind me to know that Sybil was watching. I did anyways, though.
She grinned at me and I scowled. Soon, how, I do not know, she was sitting on the stairs. Henri and Moses were now in the room. I stood right next to the stairs.
"So, who's that "friend" of yours? Is it Mr. Hiller?" Sybil asked in a mocking tone.
Of course, since I alone was by the stairs, I alone could hear her.
"No," I hissed.
She rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, like you have feelings for that kid and the other guy?" Sybil grunted, annoyed.
I knew she was angry at me. But, also, I knew I could not kiss James. She appears to be thinking now.
"I've kissed Mr. Hiller too, you know," Sybil gossiped.
What? Well, that explained a few dreamy looks, now didn't it? It was still news to me, however. Sybil sighed.
"Get on with it already! Kiss him or I'll tell him about your dream!" Sybil taunted.
I glared at her and chewed on my lip. It was now or never. In a flash, I was across the room. I kissed him for a brief moment and then flew up the stairs. Sybil leapt out the window, giving me an odd look as she landed.
I could tell she was not irritated anymore. She did look very confused though. Truly, who could blame her?
It was a split decision that surprised everyone. Most of all, me.
I locked my door, waiting for the footsteps to thud across the stairs. While they came, I packed my bags. It was time for me to see my father.
But, before I left, I needed to have a talk with a certain person.
I kissed Moses.
- Loren ;*
Yeah, I know that I haven't updated in forever, but I've been having tests and projects out the wazoo lately and I'm so stressed it isn't even funny sometimes. *sigh* I'm on a semi-sugar high right now, so if I don't make any sense, that's why.
Yeah, Sarah kissing Moses, meeting up with Sybil, strange, right? Oh, and it's actually been a few weeks since Sybil left, but she's there to visit James and what not, but she just winds up doing nothing, so yeah...
Oh, and Ruberta, Sybil actually did appear in an episode of the show. I believe it was called Sybil Ludington and it's 120, or episode 20...And, well, you've got your confrontation, and I promise you, there'll be another one later on. ;) Hehe.
