Happy fourth of July! Historical fiction time!
She woke up to the sound of the bells. That's weird. She thought. Why are they ringing now? She then heard the sound of cannon fire. She knew it well, as the echoing sounds resounded through the hills sorrounding Princeton, the city she lived in. She got up out of her bed and looked out the window. She hardly saw anything through the dense smoke outside from the rifles and cannons. She ran downstairs to see.... nothing. No family, no nothing. She suspected Ben had already gone out to fight. She was 17, and Ben was six years her senior. He had been waiting for this moment since they were children,when their father died by Redcoat soldiers. They had beaten him to death. She steeled at the memory. She would fight for him. Her father meaant the world to her.
More recently, her mother was nowhere to be found. Come on, Emmeline, where would she be? What if....... No. Her mother wouldn't go down without a fight. Emmeline walked over to the kitchen area, still in her nightclothes, and saw a note in Ben's handwriting. Dear Emmy, I've gone out to avenge Father. There is a pair of scissors in the third drawer of my bedside table. If you want to join, you know what to do. - Ben
She knew what he meant. She ran her hand through her long brown hair. It was dead at the ends. Oh well. She went to his room and got the scissors. It was weird seeing the carpet of her hair on the washroom floor. Soon, her hair was no longer flowing, but a boy's cut, barely reaching her ears. She dressed in Ben's clothes, got her gun out of the trapdoor in her room and headed out.
