Eh. I even noticed that the year was supposed to be 1780, not 1770. And I fixed that, if you noticed.
Chapter II
After this "war" I had supposedly created, the British finally ran away. We Americans won this small little war, but there are many more to come. Later on, while I was going to head back with the troops, I decided to stare at the sun. My light brown hair was starting to flow in the wind, and my azure blue eyes were shining through the sunlight. When I was younger, my father (and many other people) had told me that I look like my mother. Believe it or not, for once I think they're right.
I wanted to go home and be safe and sound with my two friends, rather than die during the Revolution. And I couldn't leave. So basically, I was forced to stay here, until the war ended. But I wondered to myself, will they be alive if I return? I left those two a promise that they'll wait for me, and they kept that promise. Hopefully, they are keeping that promise. Angel and Meredith and my father mean more than anything to me. One night, I even dreamed of them, and I returned, like we promised. And we all embrace in hugs.
"Don't you worry," I said to the sky. "I'll be home."
Even the commander trusted me to have my own gun. That gun he gave me was the long, rifles that our troops use. This was also the first time using it, too. To be honest, I was a little clumsy and I would occasionally aim at the ground and the sky. I sometimes cursed myself for my lousy aims. Eventually, I got the hang of it and my aims were more accurate than before. I managed to kill a few squirrels for food. Luckily, the British aren't in sight, and I don't need to be seeing them. With sticks I found, I made a fire and cooked the squirrels, and once they were done, I took out their guts and ate them. It's so amazing that I even know how to cook (wait we already knew).
After I was done, I started to run back. My legs and feet were running as fast as they could, and eventually I was near a frozen lake. I decided I was going to "skate" for a while, to let go of the ever-lasting boredom that's coming down on me. Back over at my village, there were a lot of frozen lakes, and Angel and Meredith and I would always skate on them. Of course, our father knew what we were doing. It took a long time to get used to this, because I was occasionally slipping on the ice. Finally, after long minutes of struggling, I got the hang of it and I started to skate around in a circle. I did this for a while until I tripped.
My face fell face-first on the cold, hard ice. I think I must have hurt my nose because some blood was on the ice. Then I got up, shaking off my clothes and something caught my eye. The something was actually a stick, an odd looking one. It looked like a cane that someone would use. Believe it or not, I wanted to take the stick with me, and so I grabbed it and ran off. When I returned, the commander wasn't so pleased.
"Boy what is that in your hand?!"
"A stick..."
"Get rid of it!"
"NO!"
Everyone starts to stare at us, and it made me feel embarrassed. This stick means something to me; Angel and Meredith always played with sticks, so why can't I?
"Fine, keep it!" It was obvious that he had had enough of me for one day. His signaled his troops to report back to the campgrounds. I just stood there; the wind was blowing freely through the air. I was holding the stick I found. I know that this stick will bring me good luck, I was sure of it.
It was all ready night time, but I decided to just stay up and not go to sleep. It's not like I was watching out for the British, it's just that I don't want to be asleep right now. I was sitting on the grass, the stick in my hand, watching the sky, mainly the moon. They said that there was a man on the moon who choose guardians to protect us. At first, I thought they were kidding but they weren't.
"Boy," a voice appeared.
I jerked my head behind and saw our commander, standing there in the night. Some parts of his clothes were tattered. And I did not expect to be seeing him at this late. I just let out a soft scoff, and then I get up.
"Yes?" I asked.
"Look, I'm sorry for what I said earlier..."
"No no it's alright..." I cut him off.
He just stared at me and then finally went off. I started to yawn, but I didn't want to go to sleep yet. Instead, I just laid down on the ground, just still staring up at the moon. I also crossed my arms as well. The moon was shining brightly into my azure blue eyes. That's when I got up and went toward to the commander.
"What is it, boy?"
"I think I got an idea..."
He sighed. "What is it?"
I took in a deep breath. "Well, I wanted to trick the British by disguising as an old man."
The commander hit his fist on the table. I jumped a little at his reaction. "Are you going to kill yourself?"
"I don't know!" I replied. "We die by trying things! Let me at least try!"
It was a long time for him to respond. He just sat there, looking like he was dead. And I stood here too, waiting for him to say something. "Fine, but only when the British come. If you die, we don't know what we would do, since your awesome at healing." I laughed at that, and then ran away, back to a hill. The hill gave me a clear look at the moon, and presumably the man on the moon.
"We just might win," I repeated to myself, my hands turning into fists. "We might win this."
And I swore that I heard the man on the moon said that we will. After that, I finally fell asleep in a long slumber. But suddenly, I woke up an hour later to hear a gun being shot and people falling and screaming. I looked down the hill and saw the worst.
End of Chapter II.
And, CLIFFHANGER. HA I JUST LUV DOIN THAT TO YA. :D. It makes you think "huh i wonder what's up that sleeve of hers".
Gosh, I'm getting writer's block, again. This chapter isn't as great as chapter one, but eh, who cares.
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