I know how you feel. English teachers seem to enjoy doing this. You're
welcome. It's stupid to do what everyone else does. That's just restricting
our creative freedom, trying to make us conform to what everyone else does.
There should DEFINITELY be variety. Course, half the time, I don't see what
we really are supposed to learn in school. You should TOTALLY upload your
stories. I mean, if you can't express your talents at school, why not here.
Lol...Thanks guys. I love your reviews. Sorry about the not updating thing. Me=Very busy.
James sighed under the blanket in the cart. Mary pushed him past the guards and briskly left the building. The guards started firing at them. Mary's eyes widened as a bullet stuck in her shoulder. She threw the blanket at the guards and pulled James out of the cart. The guards fired at him, but Mary pushed him out of the way, getting a bullet in the arm. She took James' arm and ran for an alleyway. The guards were following them, but she threw open a door to a house and slipped inside. The guards passed the house and she exhaled.
A man walked into the room with blue eyes and blonde hair. An orange-haired woman with green eyes followed nervously. Mary hugged the couple stiffly. James looked up questioning.
"James, these are my friends, Dr. Potter and Dr. Hall. They'll help fix us up. Now, if you excuse me, I need to faint," Mary said, collapsing.
The woman walked over to the barely conscious James. She looked to the man behind her.
"You take Mary and I'll do him," The woman said, pulling supplies from her bag.
The man nodded and picked up Mary.
"Because we all know I'm the better surgeon," He said cockily.
She rolled her eyes. James looked up to them.
"Who are you?" James asked curiously.
The two smiled at him.
"I'm Sadie Potter and the cocky gentleman over there's Jamie Hall," Sadie replied calmly.
She pushed James down.
"You need to rest. I think you're getting a nasty infection, judging by the fever you have," Sadie said urgently.
Jamie left with Mary, nearly running. If he hurried, he could get both bullets out and clean the wounds within twenty-four hours. Sadie felt James' burning forehead, alarmed.
She grabbed a wet cloth, which she set on his forehead. Sadie turned him on his back and gasped. She quietly began removing the clumps of dried wax and using another wet cloth, cleaned his back, hoping that she was killing the infection. She bandaged it, biting her lip. What had they done to this poor boy? She would have to ask Mary when she was awake.
Meanwhile, Sarah bit her nails in the cell. She had heard the gunshots outside when James and Mary left. Were they dead? She didn't know. The guards weren't telling her anything and it was so cold in this cell. Her mom was on a boat crossing the Atlantic, her father was still in Ohio, Moses was in Boston, Dr. Franklin was in France, and Henri was somewhere on the road. Oh, who was she kidding? James was dead. He had to be.
Now she understood why those Americans were so angry about that Boston Massacre. Their friends had died. And now hers had too. She let herself get lost in her grief, crying into the blanket.
A guard peeked down the hallway. He charged into a scarred Windchaster's office.
"You didn't tell me she was going to get hurt," Sam snarled.
Lord Windchaster scowled.
"She hasn't been," Arvin replied gloomily.
Sam glared at Lord Windchaster.
"Then why is my sister sitting, ALONE, in that cold cell, crying her eyes out?" Samuel Phillips, Sarah's older brother snapped.
Lord Windchaster shrugged.
"We shot the rebel and that spy. The cell blocks do have windows and watching things like that shooting have got to be upsetting. She'll get over it," Lord Windchaster grunted boredly.
Sam's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh no. Please tell me you did not say rebel," Sam pleaded, worried.
Lord Windchaster frowned.
"I did," Lord Winchaster sneered.
Sam bit his lip.
"Did the boy have blonde hair and blue eyes? Goes by the name of James?" Sam asked nervously.
Lord Windchaster frowned and nodded. Sam ran a hand through his hair and ran out of the room.
"This is not good," Sam mumbled as he opened the door to Sarah's cell.
She was sitting there on the floor, crying so hard she didn't notice him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and her head turned so fast that it was nearly supersonic.
"What? Have you come to kill me like you killed James?" Sarah spat.
It took her approximately three seconds to realize that her big brother was the guard. She furiously wiped at her eyes, a puzzled look in them.
"Samuel? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked in wonder.
Sam grinned.
"Well, for one thing, your friend James could still be alive," Sam responded calmly.
Sarah's eyes widened.
"Are you serious?" Sarah asked hopefully.
Sam nodded, smirking.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Sam asked bluntly.
Sarah's eyes widened.
"No! Whatever would give you that impression?" Sarah gasped.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Sam countered.
Sarah glared at him, huffing.
"So you believe that just because I'm upset, I love James? Have you met James? He is quite possibly THE most OBNOXIOUS boy on Earth. However, he was the first person I met in America. And he is my best friend. I think we'd all be sad if our best friend died right before our eyes," Sarah responded coolly.
Sam shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Sarah," Sam muttered.
Sarah shot him a look.
"We should go find them," Sarah said promptly.
Sam sighed.
"Hold your horses. I have to tell you something important," Sam replied.
Sarah stood still. Sam sighed.
"When Mother found out that you were in jail, she was very angry. She called in a few favors and transferred me here. She also apparently called your friend in for torture. I tried to reason with her, but it didn't work. She's still not pleased," Sam stated seriously.
Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped.
"Mother would do such a thing? I cannot believe it!" Sarah exclaimed.
Sam nodded, sighing again. He grabbed his sister's arm and ran out of the jail.
"Now, c'mon, we've got to find your friends!" Sam yelled.
They ran down an alley, Sam opening doors left and right.
"James! Where are you?" The siblings yelled.
Finally, a man came to one of the doors. He was wiping his hands with a rag. He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and his name was James, so naturally, Sarah thought he was James. She hugged him and he was confused. He broke the hug.
"Sadie? But I thought you were inside, working on that kid?" Jamie questioned.
Sarah gave him a weird look.
"I prefer Sarah. You're not James!" Sarah replied, suspicious.
Jamie gave her a weird look.
"Sorry, you look an awful lot like my friend Sadie. And I'm Jamie Hall. Who're you?" Jamie asked, nervous.
Sarah bit her lip, peeking inside the house.
"Sam and Sarah Phillips. We're looking for her friend, James Hiller. He looks a lot like you, blonde, tall, fourteen, blue eyes. Have you seen him?" Sam asked.
Jamie's brow furrowed. He turned back to the house.
"Sadie? Can you come here for a second?" Jamie begged.
"Yes, I'll be right there," Sadie replied, getting up.
She appeared next to Jamie. Sam's eyes went from Sadie to Sarah and back again. He turned to Sarah.
"Are we related? Because Sadie looks a lot like you, Sarah," Sam asked his sister.
Sadie and Sarah glared at Sam. Jamie shook his head and sighed.
"He's right. Sadie, what's the name of the kid you're working on?" Jamie remarked, laughing.
Sadie rolled her eyes at him and put her hands on her hips.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you don't remember. Mary came in here, looking a fright. She introduced us to her friend, James, by the way. Then she fainted, as any person with gun shot wounds that bad would. And, Jamie, you know the rest," Sadie explained, annoyed.
Sadie had an accent almost exactly like Sarah's. Jamie nodded and Sarah paled.
"Um, is the boy you're working on, uh, Sadie, shot too?" Sarah asked nervously, biting her nails again.
Sadie shook her head.
"No, but he has a nasty fever. I believe it's the result of an infection. When he came here, his back was bloody, with open sores. There's severe bruising and clumps of wax were on his back. I'm sure he'll be fine. Eventually," Sadie replied quietly.
Sarah smiled and ran inside. She spotted James on the floor within moments. She dropped to her knees and kissed every part of his face. Sam stared amusingly on and Jamie snuck a glimpse at Sadie.
"Oh my!" Sadie exclaimed.
Jamie started laughing hysterically. Sadie elbowed him hard and he stopped. James, meanwhile, was starting to come to. James' eyes opened slowly and he was bewildered to find Sarah kissing his face. He shot up like a firecracker, shock overwhelming pain.
"SARAH! What in the name of George Washington do you think you're doing?" James cried, alarmed.
Sarah's eyes lit up. She hugged James tightly, who winced. She then kissed him hard. Sam rose his eyebrows and Jamie smirked. Sadie smacked Jamie again. James backed out of the kiss, mouth aghast. His eyes then lit on Sadie. Back and forth from Sadie and Sarah again and again.
"There's two of you?! AHHHHHH!" James screamed.
Sarah smacked him upside the head. James pointed shakily at her.
"You-you... I can't say," James stuttered.
Sarah scowled. James put his hands over his ears.
"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to their separation."
"We hold these truths-" James ranted.
Jamie shot James a quizzical look.
"Man, what are you doing?" Jamie asked curiously.
James rolled his eyes.
"Stating the Declaration of Independence. It always calms my nerves," James sighed.
Sadie rolled her eyes.
"I thought it sounded familiar," Jamie shrugged.
James rolled his eyes.
"We heard Congress ratify it," James grunted.
Jamie's eyes lit up in glee.
"Really?" He questioned.
James nodded.
"Spangler! Come here a second!" Jamie called.
A small blonde boy with green eyes ran up to Jamie.
"What, Daddy?" Spangler said quietly.
James raised an eyebrow.
"You have a son?" James asked incredulously.
Jamie nodded sadly.
"Yeah. I got married about three years ago. His mother died in a skirmish with the British days after his birth. And I've raised him since," Jamie muttered.
James nodded.
"I know the feeling," James sighed.
Jamie looked quizzically at James.
"My parents died when I was very young in a house fire. Anyways, so, what did you want me to tell the little guy?" James explained.
Jamie grinned.
"Tell him about the Declaration of Independence," Jamie replied calmly.
James grinned and opened his mouth to speak. However, Mary walked into the room at that second, covered in a blanket. She rubbed her eye.
"What happened? My head hurts and so does my arm," Mary whined.
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James sighed under the blanket in the cart. Mary pushed him past the guards and briskly left the building. The guards started firing at them. Mary's eyes widened as a bullet stuck in her shoulder. She threw the blanket at the guards and pulled James out of the cart. The guards fired at him, but Mary pushed him out of the way, getting a bullet in the arm. She took James' arm and ran for an alleyway. The guards were following them, but she threw open a door to a house and slipped inside. The guards passed the house and she exhaled.
A man walked into the room with blue eyes and blonde hair. An orange-haired woman with green eyes followed nervously. Mary hugged the couple stiffly. James looked up questioning.
"James, these are my friends, Dr. Potter and Dr. Hall. They'll help fix us up. Now, if you excuse me, I need to faint," Mary said, collapsing.
The woman walked over to the barely conscious James. She looked to the man behind her.
"You take Mary and I'll do him," The woman said, pulling supplies from her bag.
The man nodded and picked up Mary.
"Because we all know I'm the better surgeon," He said cockily.
She rolled her eyes. James looked up to them.
"Who are you?" James asked curiously.
The two smiled at him.
"I'm Sadie Potter and the cocky gentleman over there's Jamie Hall," Sadie replied calmly.
She pushed James down.
"You need to rest. I think you're getting a nasty infection, judging by the fever you have," Sadie said urgently.
Jamie left with Mary, nearly running. If he hurried, he could get both bullets out and clean the wounds within twenty-four hours. Sadie felt James' burning forehead, alarmed.
She grabbed a wet cloth, which she set on his forehead. Sadie turned him on his back and gasped. She quietly began removing the clumps of dried wax and using another wet cloth, cleaned his back, hoping that she was killing the infection. She bandaged it, biting her lip. What had they done to this poor boy? She would have to ask Mary when she was awake.
Meanwhile, Sarah bit her nails in the cell. She had heard the gunshots outside when James and Mary left. Were they dead? She didn't know. The guards weren't telling her anything and it was so cold in this cell. Her mom was on a boat crossing the Atlantic, her father was still in Ohio, Moses was in Boston, Dr. Franklin was in France, and Henri was somewhere on the road. Oh, who was she kidding? James was dead. He had to be.
Now she understood why those Americans were so angry about that Boston Massacre. Their friends had died. And now hers had too. She let herself get lost in her grief, crying into the blanket.
A guard peeked down the hallway. He charged into a scarred Windchaster's office.
"You didn't tell me she was going to get hurt," Sam snarled.
Lord Windchaster scowled.
"She hasn't been," Arvin replied gloomily.
Sam glared at Lord Windchaster.
"Then why is my sister sitting, ALONE, in that cold cell, crying her eyes out?" Samuel Phillips, Sarah's older brother snapped.
Lord Windchaster shrugged.
"We shot the rebel and that spy. The cell blocks do have windows and watching things like that shooting have got to be upsetting. She'll get over it," Lord Windchaster grunted boredly.
Sam's eyes widened and he ran a hand through his hair.
"Oh no. Please tell me you did not say rebel," Sam pleaded, worried.
Lord Windchaster frowned.
"I did," Lord Winchaster sneered.
Sam bit his lip.
"Did the boy have blonde hair and blue eyes? Goes by the name of James?" Sam asked nervously.
Lord Windchaster frowned and nodded. Sam ran a hand through his hair and ran out of the room.
"This is not good," Sam mumbled as he opened the door to Sarah's cell.
She was sitting there on the floor, crying so hard she didn't notice him. He placed a hand on her shoulder and her head turned so fast that it was nearly supersonic.
"What? Have you come to kill me like you killed James?" Sarah spat.
It took her approximately three seconds to realize that her big brother was the guard. She furiously wiped at her eyes, a puzzled look in them.
"Samuel? What are you doing here?" Sarah asked in wonder.
Sam grinned.
"Well, for one thing, your friend James could still be alive," Sam responded calmly.
Sarah's eyes widened.
"Are you serious?" Sarah asked hopefully.
Sam nodded, smirking.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Sam asked bluntly.
Sarah's eyes widened.
"No! Whatever would give you that impression?" Sarah gasped.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"Methinks the lady doth protest too much," Sam countered.
Sarah glared at him, huffing.
"So you believe that just because I'm upset, I love James? Have you met James? He is quite possibly THE most OBNOXIOUS boy on Earth. However, he was the first person I met in America. And he is my best friend. I think we'd all be sad if our best friend died right before our eyes," Sarah responded coolly.
Sam shrugged.
"Whatever you say, Sarah," Sam muttered.
Sarah shot him a look.
"We should go find them," Sarah said promptly.
Sam sighed.
"Hold your horses. I have to tell you something important," Sam replied.
Sarah stood still. Sam sighed.
"When Mother found out that you were in jail, she was very angry. She called in a few favors and transferred me here. She also apparently called your friend in for torture. I tried to reason with her, but it didn't work. She's still not pleased," Sam stated seriously.
Sarah's eyes widened and she gasped.
"Mother would do such a thing? I cannot believe it!" Sarah exclaimed.
Sam nodded, sighing again. He grabbed his sister's arm and ran out of the jail.
"Now, c'mon, we've got to find your friends!" Sam yelled.
They ran down an alley, Sam opening doors left and right.
"James! Where are you?" The siblings yelled.
Finally, a man came to one of the doors. He was wiping his hands with a rag. He was tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and his name was James, so naturally, Sarah thought he was James. She hugged him and he was confused. He broke the hug.
"Sadie? But I thought you were inside, working on that kid?" Jamie questioned.
Sarah gave him a weird look.
"I prefer Sarah. You're not James!" Sarah replied, suspicious.
Jamie gave her a weird look.
"Sorry, you look an awful lot like my friend Sadie. And I'm Jamie Hall. Who're you?" Jamie asked, nervous.
Sarah bit her lip, peeking inside the house.
"Sam and Sarah Phillips. We're looking for her friend, James Hiller. He looks a lot like you, blonde, tall, fourteen, blue eyes. Have you seen him?" Sam asked.
Jamie's brow furrowed. He turned back to the house.
"Sadie? Can you come here for a second?" Jamie begged.
"Yes, I'll be right there," Sadie replied, getting up.
She appeared next to Jamie. Sam's eyes went from Sadie to Sarah and back again. He turned to Sarah.
"Are we related? Because Sadie looks a lot like you, Sarah," Sam asked his sister.
Sadie and Sarah glared at Sam. Jamie shook his head and sighed.
"He's right. Sadie, what's the name of the kid you're working on?" Jamie remarked, laughing.
Sadie rolled her eyes at him and put her hands on her hips.
"Honestly, I'm surprised you don't remember. Mary came in here, looking a fright. She introduced us to her friend, James, by the way. Then she fainted, as any person with gun shot wounds that bad would. And, Jamie, you know the rest," Sadie explained, annoyed.
Sadie had an accent almost exactly like Sarah's. Jamie nodded and Sarah paled.
"Um, is the boy you're working on, uh, Sadie, shot too?" Sarah asked nervously, biting her nails again.
Sadie shook her head.
"No, but he has a nasty fever. I believe it's the result of an infection. When he came here, his back was bloody, with open sores. There's severe bruising and clumps of wax were on his back. I'm sure he'll be fine. Eventually," Sadie replied quietly.
Sarah smiled and ran inside. She spotted James on the floor within moments. She dropped to her knees and kissed every part of his face. Sam stared amusingly on and Jamie snuck a glimpse at Sadie.
"Oh my!" Sadie exclaimed.
Jamie started laughing hysterically. Sadie elbowed him hard and he stopped. James, meanwhile, was starting to come to. James' eyes opened slowly and he was bewildered to find Sarah kissing his face. He shot up like a firecracker, shock overwhelming pain.
"SARAH! What in the name of George Washington do you think you're doing?" James cried, alarmed.
Sarah's eyes lit up. She hugged James tightly, who winced. She then kissed him hard. Sam rose his eyebrows and Jamie smirked. Sadie smacked Jamie again. James backed out of the kiss, mouth aghast. His eyes then lit on Sadie. Back and forth from Sadie and Sarah again and again.
"There's two of you?! AHHHHHH!" James screamed.
Sarah smacked him upside the head. James pointed shakily at her.
"You-you... I can't say," James stuttered.
Sarah scowled. James put his hands over his ears.
"When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to their separation."
"We hold these truths-" James ranted.
Jamie shot James a quizzical look.
"Man, what are you doing?" Jamie asked curiously.
James rolled his eyes.
"Stating the Declaration of Independence. It always calms my nerves," James sighed.
Sadie rolled her eyes.
"I thought it sounded familiar," Jamie shrugged.
James rolled his eyes.
"We heard Congress ratify it," James grunted.
Jamie's eyes lit up in glee.
"Really?" He questioned.
James nodded.
"Spangler! Come here a second!" Jamie called.
A small blonde boy with green eyes ran up to Jamie.
"What, Daddy?" Spangler said quietly.
James raised an eyebrow.
"You have a son?" James asked incredulously.
Jamie nodded sadly.
"Yeah. I got married about three years ago. His mother died in a skirmish with the British days after his birth. And I've raised him since," Jamie muttered.
James nodded.
"I know the feeling," James sighed.
Jamie looked quizzically at James.
"My parents died when I was very young in a house fire. Anyways, so, what did you want me to tell the little guy?" James explained.
Jamie grinned.
"Tell him about the Declaration of Independence," Jamie replied calmly.
James grinned and opened his mouth to speak. However, Mary walked into the room at that second, covered in a blanket. She rubbed her eye.
"What happened? My head hurts and so does my arm," Mary whined.