Chapter Twenty-two- Rainy Day

Pocahontas sighed as she rolled over onto her stomach on her bed. She looked over at Nakoma, who looked as bored as Pocahontas herself. It was raining. And it wasn't like the rain back home; this rain was cold rain and would pelt at your face until it was numb.

"Nakoma? Are you nervous?" Pocahontas asked.

"About what?" Nakoma asked, flipping over to her side to look at Pocahontas.

"About meeting the king." Nakoma laughed.

"Pocahontas, only you are meeting the king, we're not. Peter and John's father are going to get you in while Thomas, Wendy, and I wait outside." Nakoma said. This didn't make Pocahontas feel any better. Her friends wouldn't be coming in with her, to help her if she needed it. It would be all up to her to get it through the king's head that John had not committed treason. Pocahontas had to try. If she didn't, then John would without a doubt die. And Pocahontas had to get that document. She couldn't face John back home without it. It would hurt far too much. It hurt too much now, but she had at least a little hope of seeing John live.

"I'm just so worried that he won't listen to me." Pocahontas said.

"He'll listen." Nakoma assured her.

"I hope so. Only Peter and John's father are going in with me and Samuel Smith is not exactly what I would call a friend." Pocahontas said, sitting up.

"I think he's helping us because he feels guilty about what he did to John." Nakoma said. Pocahontas thought about it a minute. Nakoma was right. Maybe her words had gotten through to Samuel Smith the same way they had gotten through to John. A knock on the door caused them to jump. It was Carrie.

"Mama says it's time for dinner." Carrie said.

"Thank you, Carrie." Pocahontas said. Carrie smiled and turned away, closing the door.

"Well, let's go." Pocahontas said. She and Nakoma went down the stairs. Thomas's father, George, was standing at the table. Pocahontas and Nakoma sat down.

"So how is it all going?" George asked good-naturedly.

"Awful." Pocahontas said. She was so worried about John that she could have died.

"Well, it'll get better." George assured her.

"Right." Agreed Kelly. "It can't get any worse."

A/N- Uh oh, whenever somebody says that, thinks get worse! HELP! Anyway, I'm fixin' to go eat out with my dad and aunt, so sorry for the shorty again. Sometimes, you get all you need into a short chapter. Got to go! -Robin

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P.S.S.- Sorry it took so long to update! I was busy yesterday! My bad!