I assure you, Mary won't be all sickeningly perfect. I can't assure you
that James won't fall for Mary, but she DEFINITELY won't fall for him and
Sarah'll be there the whole time. And Mrs. Phillips will take her sweet
time getting there. Bwahahahaha! Can't say if it'd be S/J or not, that'd be
giving too much away... Yeah, I know I'm evil. Not much time from the
homework anyways.
It was Henri, looking down at them in the twilight. James smiled and Sarah opened her eyes, yawning.
"Sarah! James! Is good to see you, non, mon amies?" Henri said happily.
Mary rose to her feet. In a fluid motion, her hand closed over his mouth.
"Shh! There's British soldiers all about. You'll get us in trouble!" Mary hissed, uncovering Henri's mouth.
Henri glared at her.
"De fille be crazy," Henri said under his breath.
Mary shot him a dirty look. She silently walked up to the gate and peeked through the bars.
"What's wrong wit' her?" Henri asked, in a hushed tone.
James shrugged and turned to gaze at her longingly. Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed. Her eyes met Henri's, full of anger and annoyance.
"Everything," Sarah snapped.
James nor Mary heard it and her comment had Henri puzzled. Sarah didn't seem to like the weird girl a lot. Which was weird, because the only person Sarah had trouble getting along with was James. Hmm. Maybe he was on to something here. Nah.
Mary smirked, pulled a pin out of her dress, and picked the lock. James eyes were wide, but Mary threw him a look as she quietly slipped through it.
"Don't worry, I'll be back," Mary whispered coyly.
James nodded dumbly and Sarah frowned. Mary walked quietly down the hallway, returning later with food and supplies. She re-locked the door and came in the cell. She set the three blankets on the floor and began making soup with chicken, spices, water, and vegetables. She poured them each a bowl and set up the blankets on the straw.
The hungry youths finished the entire bowl, smiling. Even Sarah was happy, for Mary had told her that she could bathe in peace in a certain area of the camp. Also because of the fact that she had gotten decent food. Henri had delivered Moses' message and the paper. Both Sarah and James were writing furiously about their experience.
Henri had long since left and Mary was staring out the window hopelessly. Sarah continued writing, but ended up asleep during the middle of a sentence. James took her quill, inkwell, and paper away from her. He then covered her with a blanket and blew out the candle. He placed a hand on Mary's shoulder.
She was crying.
"What's wrong?" James asked, concerned.
She wiped furiously at her eyes.
"N-nothing. You and Sarah just remind me of things I don't want to remember," Mary mumbled, tears dripping off her face.
James was confused, but he patted her on the back. He had no clue what to say to this.
"Why am I always the third wheel?" Mary murmured sadly.
James looked at her, feeling worried, confused, and a thousand other emotions he couldn't classify.
"Huh? What did you say?" James questioned.
Mary sighed and shook her head.
"It was nothing," Mary said dully.
Mary pushed James away and curled up under the blanket. James looked at her curiously. Whatever that was, it was not nothing. That he was sure of. James shrugged, he wasn't going to figure out a thing today. He might as well get some sleep before the guards roughed him up tomorrow morning.
- Loren ;*
REVIEW! Hehe. Please?
It was Henri, looking down at them in the twilight. James smiled and Sarah opened her eyes, yawning.
"Sarah! James! Is good to see you, non, mon amies?" Henri said happily.
Mary rose to her feet. In a fluid motion, her hand closed over his mouth.
"Shh! There's British soldiers all about. You'll get us in trouble!" Mary hissed, uncovering Henri's mouth.
Henri glared at her.
"De fille be crazy," Henri said under his breath.
Mary shot him a dirty look. She silently walked up to the gate and peeked through the bars.
"What's wrong wit' her?" Henri asked, in a hushed tone.
James shrugged and turned to gaze at her longingly. Sarah rolled her eyes and sighed. Her eyes met Henri's, full of anger and annoyance.
"Everything," Sarah snapped.
James nor Mary heard it and her comment had Henri puzzled. Sarah didn't seem to like the weird girl a lot. Which was weird, because the only person Sarah had trouble getting along with was James. Hmm. Maybe he was on to something here. Nah.
Mary smirked, pulled a pin out of her dress, and picked the lock. James eyes were wide, but Mary threw him a look as she quietly slipped through it.
"Don't worry, I'll be back," Mary whispered coyly.
James nodded dumbly and Sarah frowned. Mary walked quietly down the hallway, returning later with food and supplies. She re-locked the door and came in the cell. She set the three blankets on the floor and began making soup with chicken, spices, water, and vegetables. She poured them each a bowl and set up the blankets on the straw.
The hungry youths finished the entire bowl, smiling. Even Sarah was happy, for Mary had told her that she could bathe in peace in a certain area of the camp. Also because of the fact that she had gotten decent food. Henri had delivered Moses' message and the paper. Both Sarah and James were writing furiously about their experience.
Henri had long since left and Mary was staring out the window hopelessly. Sarah continued writing, but ended up asleep during the middle of a sentence. James took her quill, inkwell, and paper away from her. He then covered her with a blanket and blew out the candle. He placed a hand on Mary's shoulder.
She was crying.
"What's wrong?" James asked, concerned.
She wiped furiously at her eyes.
"N-nothing. You and Sarah just remind me of things I don't want to remember," Mary mumbled, tears dripping off her face.
James was confused, but he patted her on the back. He had no clue what to say to this.
"Why am I always the third wheel?" Mary murmured sadly.
James looked at her, feeling worried, confused, and a thousand other emotions he couldn't classify.
"Huh? What did you say?" James questioned.
Mary sighed and shook her head.
"It was nothing," Mary said dully.
Mary pushed James away and curled up under the blanket. James looked at her curiously. Whatever that was, it was not nothing. That he was sure of. James shrugged, he wasn't going to figure out a thing today. He might as well get some sleep before the guards roughed him up tomorrow morning.
- Loren ;*
REVIEW! Hehe. Please?