I don't own Liberty's Kids. Duh. I do own Charity Williams though. And this
chapter is pretty darn short. But it's still good. *laughs evilly* And if
you're reading this, go out and write one of your own. I also happen to
love reviews...
They were awoken unpleasantly, by a clanging of bars in their cell. They were wrapped up in each other, quite literally. However, the noise jolted them awake and they bolted up before the guard beat them. The guard took a look at the two, who looked foolish, with straw on their clothes and hair, dirt on their faces. He smirked.
"Looks like you two had a little fun last night," The guard sneered.
Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the tall man. James shot Sarah a look and she shook her head. The guard merely raised his eyebrows. Sarah turned to face him.
"Sir, I am a free citizen and I have rights. I demand to speak to someone," Sarah addressed the guard.
James rolled his eyes. The guard spit at Sarah's feet.
"Lady, you have no rights here," The guard replied.
Sarah grit her teeth.
"I am a British citizen living in America, just like you. I am not only that, but a lady. And my mother is Lady Phillips," Sarah responded, with an air of authority.
The guard paled.
"LADY Phillips? That would make you her daughter, Sarah, right?" The guard asked nervously.
Sarah smiled and nodded smugly.
"Yes, that's right. And I would suggest you supply me with some paper to write to her about this atrocity," Sarah said matter-of-factly.
The guard nodded, paler than before, and produced some paper, ink, and a quill from his uniform. Sarah began to write to her mother. She told her that she was in prison and to bail her out. She then shut the letter, James trying to peek. She gave the guard her mother's address in London and the letter. The guard nodded and worriedly backed out of the cell.
James gave Sarah a look.
"Who IS your mother?" James asked rhetorically.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"You'll see when she comes to get us, James," Sarah exclaimed.
James shrugged and looked for something to do. He found nothing, so his eyes flickered over to Sarah, who was picking straw out of her hair.
"Sarah?" James asked softly.
Sarah turned around.
"Yes, James?" Sarah replied.
James bit his lip.
"Have you," James began, "Ever been engaged?"
Sarah's eyes widened.
"Now, James, why on Earth would you ask a question like that?" Sarah questioned, shocked.
James smirked.
"I'm a reporter, it's my job to ask questions," James replied.
Sarah shook her head.
"No, surprisingly not. Mother never found a suitable man for me to wed. She did like Benedict Arnold an awful lot, though," Sarah said quietly.
James shuddered at the mention of the turncoat. James stared silently out of the barred window.
"James, what about you? Have you been engaged?" Sarah spoke.
James snapped out of his reverie and turned to face her. He shook his head.
"Not really. A year before you came here, this girl named Charity Williams was obsessed with me. Of course, I moved into Dr. Franklin's and I haven't seen her since. She used to say that'd we'd get married and such. It was terrible," James confessed.
Sarah started laughing and a figure obscured the sunlight that came from the barred window. James looked up and leapt back.
"Charity? What are you doing here?" James asked, horrified.
- Loren ;*
They were awoken unpleasantly, by a clanging of bars in their cell. They were wrapped up in each other, quite literally. However, the noise jolted them awake and they bolted up before the guard beat them. The guard took a look at the two, who looked foolish, with straw on their clothes and hair, dirt on their faces. He smirked.
"Looks like you two had a little fun last night," The guard sneered.
Sarah crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the tall man. James shot Sarah a look and she shook her head. The guard merely raised his eyebrows. Sarah turned to face him.
"Sir, I am a free citizen and I have rights. I demand to speak to someone," Sarah addressed the guard.
James rolled his eyes. The guard spit at Sarah's feet.
"Lady, you have no rights here," The guard replied.
Sarah grit her teeth.
"I am a British citizen living in America, just like you. I am not only that, but a lady. And my mother is Lady Phillips," Sarah responded, with an air of authority.
The guard paled.
"LADY Phillips? That would make you her daughter, Sarah, right?" The guard asked nervously.
Sarah smiled and nodded smugly.
"Yes, that's right. And I would suggest you supply me with some paper to write to her about this atrocity," Sarah said matter-of-factly.
The guard nodded, paler than before, and produced some paper, ink, and a quill from his uniform. Sarah began to write to her mother. She told her that she was in prison and to bail her out. She then shut the letter, James trying to peek. She gave the guard her mother's address in London and the letter. The guard nodded and worriedly backed out of the cell.
James gave Sarah a look.
"Who IS your mother?" James asked rhetorically.
Sarah rolled her eyes.
"You'll see when she comes to get us, James," Sarah exclaimed.
James shrugged and looked for something to do. He found nothing, so his eyes flickered over to Sarah, who was picking straw out of her hair.
"Sarah?" James asked softly.
Sarah turned around.
"Yes, James?" Sarah replied.
James bit his lip.
"Have you," James began, "Ever been engaged?"
Sarah's eyes widened.
"Now, James, why on Earth would you ask a question like that?" Sarah questioned, shocked.
James smirked.
"I'm a reporter, it's my job to ask questions," James replied.
Sarah shook her head.
"No, surprisingly not. Mother never found a suitable man for me to wed. She did like Benedict Arnold an awful lot, though," Sarah said quietly.
James shuddered at the mention of the turncoat. James stared silently out of the barred window.
"James, what about you? Have you been engaged?" Sarah spoke.
James snapped out of his reverie and turned to face her. He shook his head.
"Not really. A year before you came here, this girl named Charity Williams was obsessed with me. Of course, I moved into Dr. Franklin's and I haven't seen her since. She used to say that'd we'd get married and such. It was terrible," James confessed.
Sarah started laughing and a figure obscured the sunlight that came from the barred window. James looked up and leapt back.
"Charity? What are you doing here?" James asked, horrified.
- Loren ;*