Sorry 'bout that. I had my Sweet 16, and finals, no computer, and work, and...I should have updated. Opps, please read anyway.
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Warning: None really necessary.
I dipped my index and middle fingers in the black paint, drawing matching lines on my cheeks with the tabacco like substance.
I looked pretty awesome in the getup, that I couldn't deny. The feathered heapeice was a bit too large, but it's flamboyant colors made it exciting and fun to wear. The loose clothes made it easy to run, and they were comfortable too.
I ran out to join the group. I had slept in the cat-man's home the night before- John his name was.
Arthur was back in England, and I was glad for it. I wouldn't have been allowed to sleep out otherwise.
I followed the leader- a man named Leonard Pitt ran my group.
It was late at night and the only sounds heard were that of owls and our coal covered footsteps toward the ships.
I boarded my ship with the other men.
Three hours.
That's all it took.
Three, fun, brotherhood filled, incredible hours.
I watched the tea pour into the harbor and vaguely wondered if it flavored the water.
The others cheered and urged me on, telling me to dump the tea.
I dumped the contents of te barrell into the water, watching the ships crew out of the corner of my eye. They looked nervous, scared, but I poured the tea anyway.
It was fun, I felt closeknit to my people, like I understood them.
I wanted to help my people- so I went along with this. Arthur would never know I was involved- it was just a protest.
I kicked my shoes off, shoving my indian getup in the closet. I was tired. So I tired I couldn't hold myself up.
I fell asleep thinking about how disappointed Arthur would be in me.
I didn't dream that night. Everything was black.
Everything but, a little red spot.
Review? The next chapter will be up tomorrow. Sorry for the pathetic length. I will probably tweak it a bit, but I needed to upload something.