Okay, Liberty's Kids is not mine. However, Mary is. Jonathan Edwards was a
real guy (I think he signed the Declaration of Independence). The last time
I had the Revolutionary War was in 5th grade... Man, that was a killer
year. Anyways, Mrs. Phillips won't be showing up for a while. But she will
show up, and, P.I.D., she'll definitely slap James... *giggles*
Sarah paced around the small jail cell. The door clanked open and a girl was thrown in the cell with them. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her dress was red, ragged, and dirty. Her hair was up in a high bun, with loose strands coming from it and frizzing out around her head. She scowled up the guard, who slammed the door behind her. She hit the floor with a bump, shaking a fist at the guard. She rubbed her head and scowled.
She stood shakily and turned around to wind up nose-to-nose with James. Her eyes widened and she backed up.
"Watch it! Anyways, I'm Mary Edwards, who are you?" The firecracker snapped.
Sarah stood up, outstretching a hand. However, James beat her to the punch. He reached out and grabbed her hand, kissing it. Mary blushed and Sarah rolled her eyes.
"James Hiller. It's a pleasure to meet a beautiful girl such as yourself," James said, star-struck.
A smile strung across Mary's face. She amusedly withdrew her hand from James, which was difficult. She turned to Sarah.
"I'm Sarah Phillips," Sarah explained.
Mary nodded interestedly and sat down on the straw. Sarah and James followed suit.
"So, what're you two in for?" Mary shot.
James beamed.
"I yelled DIE, Redcoats, DIE in a British camp," James responded, cockily.
Mary laughed. Her eyes focused on Sarah.
"I, unfortunately, was with him. We were in the bushes, so the soldiers didn't take too kindly to our unneeded presence," Sarah responded, annoyed.
James glared at her.
"You know, you didn't exactly help. What, with the incriminating me and all that blabbering about Britain," James snapped.
Sarah glared back.
"Well, excuse me for being loyal to the crown like a proper British citizen!" Sarah snapped.
James rolled his eyes. Mary smirked.
"So, I might as well start calling you Tory, then?" Mary replied saucily.
James laughed. Sarah sighed and sunk into the straw. Mary turned to face her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Nah, it's cool. But, you should really consider the name. It suits you," Mary grinned.
Sarah smiled calmly.
"Well, you have a very... interesting opinion. I'll definitely consider it," Sarah replied, fighting back the annoyance she felt.
Mary smirked again. James was staring at her. She blushed under his gaze.
"Where are you from?" James asked, breathless.
Mary smiled.
"Massachusetts. My father's one of the delegates to Congress. You heard of him? Jonathan Edwards," Mary answered.
James nodded enthusiastically.
"Isn't he a minuteman?" James asked curiously.
Mary smiled.
"Yep. He was a major campaigner for starting and funding an army. Still is. He's also a very well known pastor around home," Mary responded.
James nodded, absorbing the information. Sarah turned sharply to Mary.
"You say your father is a Christian man then? How on Earth can he condone the rebels' treatment of the British soldiers?" Sarah replied sharply.
Mary smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"My father doesn't like violence. But what the Patriots are doing is a necessity. We cannot be imprisoned and smothered by a meaningless island thousands of miles away! We must fight for our fundamental right of liberty! It is not our fault that the Redcoats have chosen to fight for the wrong side in this war," Mary countered.
Sarah stood up in a huff, hands in the air.
"How can you say that? The rebels are LOSING the war! And I'm British! You're British too!" Sarah hissed.
James and Mary glared at her. Mary rose to her feet. James made a move as if to get up, but Mary motioned for him to sit back down. Her eyes flashed.
"We're not losing. And I'm an AMERICAN. Sarah, the British have already made the one fatal mistake, underestimating your enemy and overestimating yourself! And believe me, no one fights as hard as a people desperate for the freedom they have never had. We have had to carve a country out of this land, something that cannot be said for you British. The work has made us strong and shrewd. The rules of war, I'm afraid, do not apply to this. The British have had everything handed to them and they're sitting there, George and all, fattening up, an ocean away, safe! This war, I promise you, will mark the end of an era!" Mary snapped.
James' eyes were bright and he rose to his feet happily.
"That is the most passionate speech I've ever heard! Wait, why am I just sitting here, gaping? I should be writing this down!" James said, awestruck.
He pulled out his pencil and pad of paper and began jotting Mary's words down. Sarah turned her back to the people she was stranded with, angry. Mary rolled her eyes.
"So, where are you from, James?" Mary said calmly.
James looked up from his writing.
"I was born in Maryland. But I live in Philadelphia," James said quietly.
Mary nodded.
"What do you do?" Mary asked curiously.
"I'm a reporter for Benjamin Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette. Sarah too. How about you?" James replied distractedly, writing furiously.
Mary grinned.
"Me? Well, I'll tell you later, James," Mary whispered mysteriously.
Sarah sunk farther into the straw. She closed her eyes, beginning to fall asleep.
"James, I'm a spy. Truth is, I've been in cells like this before. It's really rather nice, for a British rathole," Mary murmured, barely loud enough for James and a half-asleep Sarah to hear.
James eyes grew wide.
"Your parents must be worried," James exclaimed.
Mary smirked.
"Yeah. I'm sure Dad doesn't like me in such squalor, eating gruel and moldy bread. Mom definitely doesn't approve, but there's not much she can do about it. I mean, even a loyal British subject gets tired of catering to a horde of soldiers' every whims," Mary replied, shrugging.
James nodded and Sarah was just drifting off to sleep when a familiar voice punctuated the air.
- Loren ;*
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Sarah paced around the small jail cell. The door clanked open and a girl was thrown in the cell with them. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her dress was red, ragged, and dirty. Her hair was up in a high bun, with loose strands coming from it and frizzing out around her head. She scowled up the guard, who slammed the door behind her. She hit the floor with a bump, shaking a fist at the guard. She rubbed her head and scowled.
She stood shakily and turned around to wind up nose-to-nose with James. Her eyes widened and she backed up.
"Watch it! Anyways, I'm Mary Edwards, who are you?" The firecracker snapped.
Sarah stood up, outstretching a hand. However, James beat her to the punch. He reached out and grabbed her hand, kissing it. Mary blushed and Sarah rolled her eyes.
"James Hiller. It's a pleasure to meet a beautiful girl such as yourself," James said, star-struck.
A smile strung across Mary's face. She amusedly withdrew her hand from James, which was difficult. She turned to Sarah.
"I'm Sarah Phillips," Sarah explained.
Mary nodded interestedly and sat down on the straw. Sarah and James followed suit.
"So, what're you two in for?" Mary shot.
James beamed.
"I yelled DIE, Redcoats, DIE in a British camp," James responded, cockily.
Mary laughed. Her eyes focused on Sarah.
"I, unfortunately, was with him. We were in the bushes, so the soldiers didn't take too kindly to our unneeded presence," Sarah responded, annoyed.
James glared at her.
"You know, you didn't exactly help. What, with the incriminating me and all that blabbering about Britain," James snapped.
Sarah glared back.
"Well, excuse me for being loyal to the crown like a proper British citizen!" Sarah snapped.
James rolled his eyes. Mary smirked.
"So, I might as well start calling you Tory, then?" Mary replied saucily.
James laughed. Sarah sighed and sunk into the straw. Mary turned to face her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"Nah, it's cool. But, you should really consider the name. It suits you," Mary grinned.
Sarah smiled calmly.
"Well, you have a very... interesting opinion. I'll definitely consider it," Sarah replied, fighting back the annoyance she felt.
Mary smirked again. James was staring at her. She blushed under his gaze.
"Where are you from?" James asked, breathless.
Mary smiled.
"Massachusetts. My father's one of the delegates to Congress. You heard of him? Jonathan Edwards," Mary answered.
James nodded enthusiastically.
"Isn't he a minuteman?" James asked curiously.
Mary smiled.
"Yep. He was a major campaigner for starting and funding an army. Still is. He's also a very well known pastor around home," Mary responded.
James nodded, absorbing the information. Sarah turned sharply to Mary.
"You say your father is a Christian man then? How on Earth can he condone the rebels' treatment of the British soldiers?" Sarah replied sharply.
Mary smirked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"My father doesn't like violence. But what the Patriots are doing is a necessity. We cannot be imprisoned and smothered by a meaningless island thousands of miles away! We must fight for our fundamental right of liberty! It is not our fault that the Redcoats have chosen to fight for the wrong side in this war," Mary countered.
Sarah stood up in a huff, hands in the air.
"How can you say that? The rebels are LOSING the war! And I'm British! You're British too!" Sarah hissed.
James and Mary glared at her. Mary rose to her feet. James made a move as if to get up, but Mary motioned for him to sit back down. Her eyes flashed.
"We're not losing. And I'm an AMERICAN. Sarah, the British have already made the one fatal mistake, underestimating your enemy and overestimating yourself! And believe me, no one fights as hard as a people desperate for the freedom they have never had. We have had to carve a country out of this land, something that cannot be said for you British. The work has made us strong and shrewd. The rules of war, I'm afraid, do not apply to this. The British have had everything handed to them and they're sitting there, George and all, fattening up, an ocean away, safe! This war, I promise you, will mark the end of an era!" Mary snapped.
James' eyes were bright and he rose to his feet happily.
"That is the most passionate speech I've ever heard! Wait, why am I just sitting here, gaping? I should be writing this down!" James said, awestruck.
He pulled out his pencil and pad of paper and began jotting Mary's words down. Sarah turned her back to the people she was stranded with, angry. Mary rolled her eyes.
"So, where are you from, James?" Mary said calmly.
James looked up from his writing.
"I was born in Maryland. But I live in Philadelphia," James said quietly.
Mary nodded.
"What do you do?" Mary asked curiously.
"I'm a reporter for Benjamin Franklin's Pennsylvania Gazette. Sarah too. How about you?" James replied distractedly, writing furiously.
Mary grinned.
"Me? Well, I'll tell you later, James," Mary whispered mysteriously.
Sarah sunk farther into the straw. She closed her eyes, beginning to fall asleep.
"James, I'm a spy. Truth is, I've been in cells like this before. It's really rather nice, for a British rathole," Mary murmured, barely loud enough for James and a half-asleep Sarah to hear.
James eyes grew wide.
"Your parents must be worried," James exclaimed.
Mary smirked.
"Yeah. I'm sure Dad doesn't like me in such squalor, eating gruel and moldy bread. Mom definitely doesn't approve, but there's not much she can do about it. I mean, even a loyal British subject gets tired of catering to a horde of soldiers' every whims," Mary replied, shrugging.
James nodded and Sarah was just drifting off to sleep when a familiar voice punctuated the air.
- Loren ;*
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