The State Files

Second in Command

(Some names from last chapter and this:
Aurelia- California
Diego- Nevada(I end up changing this so dont get attached.)
Santiago- Texas
Tommy- New York
Melly- Minnesota(Changed this one too)
Maize- Iowa
Beau- Tennessee
Porter- Missouri
Monica- Illinois
Victoria- Virginia
Sylvia- Pennsylvania
Merivale- Michigan
Davey- Rhode Island
Henry- Massachusetts)

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Victoria believed it was good enough.

Over the years Virginia's definition of "good enough" had significantly been devalued.

She had spent years growing beside the 13, which she had deduced to be quite troublesome. Unfortunately, she hadn't seen the good ol' Wild West yet.

That period was a blur to her though. When most of the Western states had been founded and crowned she was busy preparing for civil warfare and consequently facing her punishment for said warfare. She didn't have a lot of time to go and meet her younger siblings. It wasn't until 1877 that she and the rest of her rebellious siblings were able to attend their unacquainted sibling's statehood ceremonies. The first one she attended after...that event, was Tatanka's and Macawi's. That was also where she had met the rest, and was hit by a very harsh reality check.

So now. Here we are, the definition of good enough being slime on the ceiling and dirty footprints on the picture frames.

She groaned and rubbed her nose. This time, she had been stationed in D.C. The main household of the Jones family. It was quite big, it had to be. It was designed to fit 13 people. It had been built by their father just a few years after they had rebelled against England. So around 1775-ish. America had wanted them to live in a nice cozy house, so he had constructed a big manor for 13 just on the outskirts of Alexandria, a town near the capital.

It wasn't always this grand. It wasn't easy to build a manor for your children during a rebellion. It was humble at first, it only grew the more influential they got.

She has had the same bedroom for 248 years, which she will always be grateful for. Remembering your childhood when you haven't been a child in centuries gets rather difficult as time passes, being in her childhood home for so long helps her recall fond times.

Of course, this not being one of the fond times.

"Be quiet! All of you!" She commanded.

Today, her hands were filled with 7 states. Not the most troublesome group, but the states easily influenced each other. No matter if they were close or not.

The hot southern sun shined down on the manor, making the air wiggle with heat. The blue pool's surface rippled and rocked over the side.

"C'mon, Ginny! We are outside, we should be able to be a bit loud," Wilder grinned. His hair stuck to his tanned forehead.

Ginny looked over at the Montanan and replied, "Yeah? Sure you're outside. But you're outside with me! I can't focus with all this commotion you know."

Sammy grinned over. "You should have thought about that before you let us use the pool."

"Haha, very funny Idaho." She groaned and pinched her nose, placing her notebook beside her on the lounge chair.

The states continued with their pool party, splashing and running around the lawn.

After a few minutes, she decided to try to get her work done again. She picked up her notebook and scribbled down words on the paper.

Before she could even finish a sentence, a large splash and yelp were heard. Her head shot up to look towards the water, where pale, sunburnt hands were waving and splashing around frantically.