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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 30, 2017

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Submitted: November 30, 2017



Mum will be worried by now. I should have been home almost an hour ago, but once I heard how close they were I knew I had to be here instead. Serving my country - America. They took dad last year, took his life with a single bullet. I am going to make them pay, and if it means lying here behind this dark and thorny bush for the rest of my life - then so be it.

I’m not the only one, others have lost some too. Benny lost his brother two years ago and Theo still hasn’t found his little sister. 

Phoebe’s basically my little sister, I’ve known her for six years now and I can’t even imagine losing her. Shoot, she’ll be worried sick too. I bet ya she’s already with Ma now. Searching for me. They’ll hear the news soon enough, gossip spreads like a wildfire ‘round here.

There’s a thorn poking into my side, but I can’t move it. I’m frozen. Even if I tried I wouldn't be able to move - It’s like I’m glued in place. Shocked into submission as the reality of it all starts to sink in. My arms are all prickly with goosebumps and my hand is clenching the handle of my gun which may as well be my lifeline. 

They’ll all have guns and swords. Some of ‘em will be on horse and others on foot. Ha, they think they're so mighty upon their high horses. They think they own the place. They just march in here and expect us to surrender all our weapons n’ land. Well, no. Not on my watch. Lexington is my home and if they want it they’ll have to go through me first.

Shoot. What am I even doing here? I’m only fifteen for crying out loud! It’ll take them less than the twitch of muscle to end my unimportant life.

Dear God, please have mercy on us all. I’m only fifteen since two days ago, and my mum and Phoebe they need me. Please help us against the redcoats. Have mercy, Amen.

I tried to believe that God was really there to help me. But, I had my doubts. After all, how could he possibly help everyone almost at the same time? And I heard that the Brits pray too, so how does he choose who to help?

I think I hear them now. Blimey, they're getting close. I can hear the crunch of a thousand shoes on the dirt road. Shit. Zadock you IDIOT. You know how heartbroken Ma will be if she loses you.

It’s too late now. They're getting closer and closer. Benny holds up his hand. His instructions - we wait till they've just passed us, then we ambush from the back and sides when he gives us the signal. The element of surprise. The only advantage we - a pack of a seventy-seven unruly, revenge-thirsty American minutemen - were given against over 700 well trained geared British troops. 

There it is. An owl hoot. Our signal, it’s time. God - if you’re up there - please have mercy on us all. I can feel my chest steadily rising as I take a deep breath of the cold frosty air - 3, 2, 1.


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