"In the winter of 1777-1778 where the redcoats spend their winter at, in Philadelphia, the capital of the United States. The city had fallen into British hands after the battles of Brandywine and Germantown. Meanwhile, the Continental Army set up winter headquarters at nearby Valley Forge…." Continued (Dye-don), in the back row, Ambrosia's eyes started to droop from the boring teaching of the American Revolution. Why do we have to learn this!? Ambrosia thought.
Her amber eyes' flew to the clock, watching in desperation for class to be over and go to 7th period. Where she can meet her crush, Oliver Haze, 12th grade hottie, come ooonn she thought desperately. " , what part does Baron Von Steubon play in the American Revolution?" When her name was called, her attention snapped towards the teacher. "I-what?" she said. crossed his arms, staring at her, with the rest of the class
"What part does Baron Von Steubon play in the American Revolution, ?" Warmth, like fire crept onto her face, making her flush in humiliation. "Ummm…." She said. "Um?" he questioned. "No!" she said quickly "I'm, just thinking…" she bit her lip, searching for anything that Baron whatever-whatever played in. "He reorganized and trained the Continentals." Whispered a nearby friend, Ambrosia gave them a grateful look and said "Baron Von Steuban-" "Steubon." He corrected "Steubon helped the Continental Army be prepared as in, reorganized and properly trained." stared Ambrosia down a bit, before saying 'correct'.
After 30 minutes passed by, class ended. Leaving Ambrosia alone with the teacher. "I'm sorry , I was just-"before she can say anything, she was cut off by a look from the teacher "I know exactly what you were doing, and I understand, but next time please, pay attention next time and not the help of a friend." Ambrosia nodded and walked towards 7th period were her hottie is waiting.
After school ended, Ambrosia headed towards home, where a surprised laid for her. As she opened the door someone cried out "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMBI!" There stood her parents and her older brother, standing beside them grinning. Ambrosia smiled and walked towards them. "Happy birthday my little angel." Said her mother, . "Thanks mom." Said Ambrosia, opening the present, inside contained a dress, the color of soft pink, trimmed with pretty lace.
"I love it!" exclaimed Ambrosia. hugged her daughter and walked beside her husband, hugging him by the waist. "This is for you Ambs." Said her big brother, Daniel "Oh, I wonder what this is?" she said, rolling her eyes. Opening the birthday card, tucked in, were 60 dollars. She smiled "Thanks Daniel." Daniel rolled his eyes like he didn't care, but he did. "Yeah, this is worth of gas for my truck." Daniel patted her back and walked off towards the kitchen.
"So, what am I getting Dad? A car?" She asked excitedly. "No," Ambrosia's face fell, sadden. "But I have a family heirloom." Her head jerked up "Family, what?" Ambrosia asked. "A family heirloom, it was passed down generations of the Jones's family, since 1707, when your many great's grandfather handed this pocket watch to the second oldest child –that's you- and it's been passed down to each second born child ever since.
The pocket watch's history is pretty interesting; your many great's grandfather bought it from a traveler, who was believed that can charm objects, who charmed it to do mysterious things. But I think that was just a small tall tale." Mr. Jones handed her the pocket watch. It was cool and heavy; various designs covered the watch, making it look mystical and creepy at the same time. Ambrosia thanked her family members of the party and walked to her room, examining the pocket watch.
Ambrosia's fingers fingered the object; a small click was heard, the lid was open, showing numbers. Confused, she pressed one of the numbers. A loud, thunderous boom occurred, the room shaking. Ambrosia clinged onto her bed for dear life "What's going on!?" she shouted, eyes shut tight. The earthquake-like shaking stopped, instead of regular cold air; warm air was there, circling her. Ambrosia opened her eyes, gasping. She looked around, none of this stuff looked like hers. A small fire was crackling; a bed with a quilt was beside it, looking warm and cozy. A pot was cooking over the fire; curiously she looked around the little place.
A small knock was made, causing Ambrosia to jump; she walked towards the door, opening it. On the other side, was a young man? Brown hair with flecks of small highlights, deep, sea green eyes looking at Ambrosia with the look of pure love? "Allison my little honeysuckle, I came back." Ambrosia backed away, confused. Instead of regular jeans and a t-shirt, she was dressed in a peach and cream dress. "I-what?" She asked. The young man walked into the room; grabbing Ambrosia kissing her with such ferocity, she was sure her knees will give out. Ambrosia pulled away, smacking him "WHO ARE YOU!?" She yelled. The boy was confused "It's me, Christopher Jones. Are you catching a fever?" he said worried. "No, and who's Allison?" Christopher Whatever stared at Ambrosia with pure shock and bits of fear "You're Allison Olivia Wood, and I'm your soon to be husband, Christopher Jones." Ambrosia stared at Christopher. "I'm not Allison." She said, "I'm Ambrosia."
