Ok~ Chapters out, as promised. Tomorrow another will be out. (kind of my apology for such a long absense ^^;;)
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Warning: Honestly, none needed here
I woke up the next morning in what I could only describe as shock.
The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, the chilly fall air blew colorful leaves around the outside world.
And it was shocking.
Arthur had not come home in a rage. The colonists had not majorly revolted. The British soldiers had not masacared the village.
It was the same.
Nothing had changed since the night before.
And I could not, even to this day tell you if I was happy, disappointed, or anything of the sort.
I was just there.
It was the first time I had ever knowingly defied Arthur, and couldn't help but wonder about all of the things I had missed out on with my people.
I got of bed and dressed quickly, wanting to get out of the house as soon as possible.
I had people to talk to.
Thirteen whole colonies to learn about in 3 days.
Three days before Arthur came home.
That's what I had.
I ran outside and towards the house where I had sewn flags.
Three days passed in that house and I had brely noticed.
Somewhere between the warm food, intense conversation, arguing, and knowledge, I lost my ability to tell time.
I ran home, making sure I beat Arthur there.
And as I ran, I processed what I learned.
The South made money on plantations, and loved using the free labor of slaves to do it.
The New England colonies were snootty about that or something, but they were more industrialized.
And the middle colonies. A diverse group who came here for religious freedom- avioiding oppression and things.
I was quite sure I was in the New England colonies, but my mind was so muddled with the important information, I was forgetting things left and right.
And the important thing was taxes.
Too high.
Too many.
It was crushing the people.
I smoked on the porch as I waited for Arthur to come home.
I missed him terribly. I wanted to hug him, to make him tea, for him to love me.
A hallow feeling built in my stomach, and I wanted to hurl.
I was guilty.
How many times had I disobeyed Arthur since he left?
I couldn't even remember.
"Boy, put that damn thing out."
He approached me with his usual indifference. But I loved it.
"Didn't I teach you better?"
I put out the cigarette in a heartbeat, clinging to Arthur for dear life.
That hallow feeling was back adn I wanted to throw up.
Throw up or die.
I couldn't tell.
But Arthur would make it better, I knew that.
"I missed you Arthur, I missed you so much."
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