Revolution (Hamilton)

Another suitor

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''Deborah'' I hear my mom shout from the big house. Oh shit I'm in trouble. ''Bye Jimmy'' I uttered, quickly running towards the big mansion. I climb up the plant that goes past my room. I rush towards the window, hasting to take off the pants I took from my brother. I throw the blue pants in the closet, taking of my shirt and pull a dress over my head. No time to put on a corset.

''Deborah Sampson!'' I hear my mom get closer to my door. I sit down on my bed, grabbing the book I left last night. The door swings open to reveal my mother, if looks could kill I would be dying right now. I innocently look up from my book. ''Oh, hi mother, what brings you to my room this evening?'' I asked.

''Do not act so innocent I know you were with that negro slave again. We need you downstairs, there is a gentlemen caller for you. Put on a corset and clean yourself up'' She sneered, her invading brown eyes peering into mine as she closed the door with a slam.

I groan loudly, letting myself fall onto the bed. Ever since my dad has gone to fight in the war my mother has been relentless in trying to find me a husband. I am only sixteen for god's sake. I walk towards the closet, pulling out a torture device.

I put it on and start pulling at the strings my thoughts drift off. Why does she hate Jimmy so much for god's sake, he is my best friend. Even if she hates negros can't she just be nice to him, just for me. I feel anger well up when I think about my mother's antics. I pull angrily on the strings until I have trouble breathing. I get a yellow dress out of my closet.

Dresses are such a nuisance; I want to be able to run freely. I can't do that when I can barely breathe and the cloth gets stuck behind everything that sticks out. I look in the mirror to check if I'm ''presentable''. I have mud on my face and a scratch on my arm. I sigh and wash away the mud. I really must be more careful or mother will have Jimmy whipped.

After I decide I look good enough I stomp down the stairs. My mom is already waiting for me in the hall. ''He is in the parlour Deborah, behave this time please'' she nagged, giving me a stern look. I give her a fake smile and bow for her. ''Yes, your majesty''. In response she rolls her eyes ''I'm serious''. She scolded. ''Yes mother'' I say while walking off. I walk in the room where the man is waiting.

The man stands up when he sees me walk in. I walk over to shake his hand, but he kisses it instead. I sit down on the couch wiping my hand off in the progress. ''Deborah Sampson'' I introduce myself, with a polite smile. ''Samuel Seabury. It is a pleasure to meet you, my fair lady'' he remarks a slick smile around his lips. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, instead asking him a question.

''So, sir. Seabury, what is your stance on the revolution?'' I commented, looking into his cool blue eyes. ''I think we should not heed the rabble who scream revolution. God gave king George 3 the divine right to rule, however I imagine a young lady such as yourself isn't interested in such boring matters'' He chuckled.

''Actually, I think these matters are rather interesting. It is the future of our country after all, tell me Seabury, is your god the only reason you support the British'' I force a fake sympathetic smile. ''I think the King and his men are fine men and we are under fine rule''. He murmured, obviously uncomfortable with my questions. ''I see''. I chuckle. ''What do you see my lady?'' he questioned, a confused look on his face.

A genuine smile breaks through on my face as I answer ''I see that you have no spine, good sir'' I politely say. His cheeks colour a dark shade of red as he stumbles for words. I take advantage of the sweet silence. ''It was a pleasure meeting you'' I snickered, standing up to go to the kitchen.

I walk in the kitchen. ''Hi Ann'' I say ''How was your day?'''. I chatted, the dark-skinned woman didn't look up from the dishes as she answered. ''Hi Miss. It was a good day, thank you for asking. Another gentleman caller?'' she commented, scrubbing a nasty food stain away. ''Yes. I don't see why I need a husband I am just fine on my own''. I sigh moving to help her dry off the dishes. ''Your mother just wants what is best for you miss''. She kindly replies.