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Period 3: 1754-1800

Anne walked into Elliot room while he was writing some papers and he looks at his door when she walks in and waited for her to speak first. "Why's there always war happening?!" "Huh..?" he asked fairly tired since it was pretty late at night. "Mom and Dad are talking about war again." she was sitting down on his bed. Elliot dipped his feather in the ink with only a candle at the side to light his view. "...and what are they saying?" "Something about—us English intruding on French lands." "Hm of course." Elliot said with a sigh like it was expected. "I heard them say all the Natives are siding with the French."

"Well there's nothing that we can do so there's no point in worrying." "What if we die Elliot?!" Anne said freaking out. "If we die we die. We can't stop anyone who comes to kill us anyways."

"Why are you so negative! Why are you saying we're going to die!" She shouted. "I never said that—! I said that if someone was to come kill us we can't do anything about it." "You're scaring me!" And said with tears in her eyes, she was still a kid after all. "Well what do you want me to say? That we'll be perfectly fine? Because chances are pretty low—it's more likely we'll get burned or shot to death. You can't live in a world of illusion when violence runs the world." Scared and in shock Anne runs out the room in tears to her parents and slams his door as she left. A few moments later he heard her mother yell, "Elliot what did you tell your sister?!"

He kept the feather with the ink in one spot letting in bleed through the paper as he heard his mother. He heard them yell for him to come downstairs so he placed the feather down and stood up and muttered with a sigh, "Life's got it cut out for me." he said rather annoyed.

Despite him saying very pessimistic things Great Britain had emerged victorious from this war known as the French and Indian war—or the 7 Years War. It official rid the French from North America. They passed the Proclamation line of 1763 which was a British marked Boundary line at the Appalachian Mountains. So it didn't allow them to settle on land acquired from the French.

Over the years multiple conflicts emerged between the American colonists and natives because they continued to want to expand.

"Apparently the British used up all their money on the way and are in debt and now they punish us?! How stupid is that?!" Elliot's father said downstairs. "How are they doing that?" asked his mother. "They just passed a whole bunch on stupid—taxes." Elliot and Anne were overhearing the conversation as they ate their lunch. "What happened to their policy of salutary neglect?" Elliot decided to ask. "They abandoned it." His father responded putting a cigarette to his mouth.

"I don't get how they think they can just tax us like this without any representation." His mother said annoyed. "They created a few organizations to fight against this control...Stamp Act Congress, Committees of Correspondence, and the First Continental Congress." "What do they do?! Can I join!" Asked Anne, his father just chuckled and said, "You are a young girl Anne, you can't join such organizations." "It's not fair-!" Before she could speak any more Elliot got up from his seat since he didn't want to listen to this. "Father, can I have some money. I want to go to town with Francis." "Very well then. Here." Elliot took the money and left the house. He took a quick Look at the plantation and at the slaves his parents had bought. He didn't react since this was the life he was use to seeing.

He walked a few miles to Francis' house and knocked on his door and his mother answered. "Oh Elliot, welcome, do come in." He stepped in and said, "Thanks" before Francis' mother called for him to tell him he was here. Francis came down the steps and Elliot said, "Come on let's go for a walk in town." Francis quickly went upstairs and put on better clothes. He wore a white shirt with a tie and a black jacket while Elliot wore a white ruffled shirt and brown pants.

"Why'd you wanna go walk around?" Francis asked looking at him as a slight breeze came over them. "No reason...just...not a fan of being home right now. Rather boring." He responded letting the wind brush his blonde hair.