Ever wonder what it would be like to see the world through the eyes of a state/country? What about how there life has been? Well guess what, that's exactly what this book is about. Take a look through the eyes of America and the states, starting wit...
It was just a day like any other. I got out of bed and stretched as I got up. I left my bed, still feeling a bit sluggish. It was April 9, 1606. I got up and looked in the mirror. My face bore a red back ground with a Union Jack on the top left side. I had never thought much of it, but when I did I took it as a symbol of pride. I was proud to be apart of the British Empire, and would gladly do anything and everything that my father, Great Britain, told me too.
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As I stared at myself, sunlight began pouring into the room. It landed on me warming me. After a few moments of standing in the bright suns warm glow, I decide it was time I got myself together. So I straightened up and walked into my bathroom. I got in the shower to wash off a bit, then got dressed putting on my black breeches, white stockings, brown waistcoat and put around my cravat. I then left my bathroom and headed down stairs. The sun was officially out and shining bright. I left my room and walked down the seemingly endless hallway. I was on my way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. I reached the staircase. I had two choices. One, be the civilized colony my father raised me to be, or two, have fun and risk breaking my neck by sliding down the railing.
So, of course, being the logical colony I am, I choose to slide down the rail at the risk of breaking my neck.
I hopped on the rail and went zooming down the railing, going down as fast as it could take me. However as I reached the end and tried to slow down, I panicked. Why? Well, I might have been going a little too fast and wouldn't stop. So as a result, I went flying off the railings zooming headfirst into the wall in front of me sending a loud THUD loud enough to shake the entire building.
"Ow..." I groaned, as I tried sitting back up. My head rang. "Perhaps that wasn't my greatest idea..." I said to myself.
Just then I started to hear footsteps rushing towards me. I looked over to find Great Britain, standing by the door frame. His face was filled with worry and concern. Which I suppose make sense, sense his son just flew into a wall...
Britain wore the same outfit as mine just ten times fancier with gold and all, his face bore fully the Union Jack. He had a crown placed atop his head and with a long dragging cape.
"SON! Are you okay?!" He asked, rushing over to me, "What were you thinking? You could've hurt yourself?!"
'Could've hurt myself?' I thought, rubbing my head, 'Gee I hadn't realized...'
Britain sighed, seeing that I only bruised my head a bit, and relaxed. "Come here," Britain said softly, "let's go get something to eat why don't we?" "You mean we're not going to talk about the whole 'flying' thing?" I asked him. "Oh no! We are definitely having a talk about that but, that can wait till after breakfast!" I chuckled slightly as I got my butt off the ground and walked to the dining room with Britain.
We talked for a while until one of the servants brought in the food and we began to eat. I was eating cornmeal pudding, while my father was eating... I don't even know what he was eating actually. After a few more moments we finished and father finally started the conversation that I was dreading...
"Now that that's over..." Britain said standing up, "Mind explaining what exactly it was you were doing over crashed against the wall?" "Well... you see, I... um... thought it'd be a good idea to, uh go slide down the railing?" I replied sheepishly, I had already had this talk a few weeks ago. Britain sighed, rubbing the bridge between his nose, "I thought I told you not to slide down those rails, it's dangerous!" "I know, I know! It's just I-" I started, but Britain interrupted me. "I know, it's fine. You're just a kid, just be more careful, please..."
Britain then got up and left, leaving me in the room by myself. I was honestly surprised that he didn't punish me, but I kept quiet out of fear of him coming back. The day went on, it was quiet and uneventful except for when father accidentally tripped spilling his tea. I cried tears of laughter while he cried tears of sadness. The day went smoothly and soon night came and I got ready for bed, excited to see what was to come tomorrow!
