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Hi, my name is Y/N. When I came to America I was adopted by George Washington, but I will tell you what happened to me before I came to America. I don't remember my parents but my Abuela told me my parents left because they didn't want me, but don't worry Abuela gives me the love I never got from them. My Abuelo on the other hand, I didn't see much of because he fought in war. But, the times I did see him, he told me of his adventures and taught me how to use a gun. My Abuelo might be crazy, but I loved him. So after I turned 6 my Abuelo died of heart attack and my abuela lived to see another month, but got sick. I still remember her dying words: "mi nieta, no necesitas vivir la vida de una mujer promedio. Puedes ir a la guerra, conseguir un trabajo, no dejes que nadie te diga cómo vivir tu vida. Te amo, Y/n. Aquí hay un diario para rastrear su vida no tan promedio" And she took her last breath and squeezed my hand lightly. ( Sorry, no more Spanish, I have to confess I typed that whole speech into Google Translate so here is what Abuela said: "you don't need to live the life of an average woman. You can go fight a war, get a job, don't let anyone tell you how to live your life. I love you, Y/n. Here is a journal to track your not so average life") And that was the last I heard Abuela speak, every night after that I would think about it. I got sent to an orphanage after that, there I spent 2 months thinking, reading, and writing. I heard footsteps one morning and heard voices. "Y/n, guess what?" the feminine voice said, it was Señorita Muñeca(Doll for my English Speakers)

"Uhhhhh", I groaned, I put the sheets over my head and tried to sleep.

"You're getting adopted!" she clapped like I won an award.

I lift up the sheets and jumped out of bed, "REALLY? WHO? WHEN CAN I LEAVE? WHERE? ARE THEY NICE?"

"Today, right now, or when ready, Some couple with last name Washington, the British colonies, I don't know if they are nice but I hope so" she answered, "But one problem"

"What" I asked

"I'm gonna miss you" she looked down to the floor and shed a couple tears, "You're a smart, nice, beautiful girl"

"Thanks, I won't forget you", I hugged her, she hugged back.

"Thank you, Y/N", She broke from the hug and told me to pack up, "I know you are going to do great things with your life".

Fast Forward to Docks:

I couldn't wait for my life to start, I am excited, too excited. Señorita Muñeca hugged me one more time before I left for the ship

Fast Forward to End of Ship Ride:

It has been a full year before seeing land, I am seven now. As I step off the boat, I grab a fistful of dirt, "Oh, how I missed you", I cried as I put the dirt back on the ground.

"Hello, you must be Y/N", a man in front of me says, I don't understand what he is saying, what language is he speaking?

"Hola, mi llamo Y/N", I try to communicate, but he looked at me puzzled.

"Do you not speak English?", He scratched the back of his head, waiting for my response.

"No entiendo"(I don't understand, whoops just forgot my promise, I'll just underline the English which is spoken in Spanish), I looked at him blankly.

"Well, we can figure everything out later, but first my name is George Washington and I am your new father" he stuck his hand out and I shook it. "Y/N", I said, knowing he doesn't know any other word I say.

"Let's go to your new home, your gonna love it and I know you will be loved by Martha, your new mother", he explained as I walked beside him, "I know you don't understand what I am saying but you can learn"

Fast Forward to home:

We got to the house and I was amazed at how big it was, when we stepped in we were greeted by a nice looking lady that hugged me so tight I couldn't breath.

"Sorry" the woman said, "I'm Martha, but you can call me whatever suites you"

I looked at her, "Y/N", I told her.

"She doesn't speak English",George told Martha.

"She can always learn" Martha said as she hugged me again, "let me show you your room"

We walked upstairs and I saw a big room with a bed on the wall, in the center; a desk, filled with parchment paper, ink,quills, envelopes, and stamps; a dresser, with a mirror; and a closet.

"This is all yours" she proudly announced.

I looked in amazement and I hugged her, I think I understand some words like "room"

"Thank you" I told her.

"Your welcome, dear", Martha said, "I know that you are speaking Spanish so we can learn English together"

I hugged her tighter, "Woah, your grip is tighter than a corset" she exclaimed.

"I know, but I don't know how else to express my gratitude", I explained to her.

Fast Forward to the age of twelve:

I have learned how to speak English and it didn't take long but I still didn't know a lot and to me knowledge is power. I read most of my days but Martha made me take breaks and made me go outside and downtown. Tomorrow was my birthday and I can't wait...

Fast Forward to tonight (Dinner):

"So, Y/N, what do want for your birthday? A new writing kit? A new book?", George asked before sipping his water.

"I want to learn how to fight", I exclaimed. George spit out his water that he had in his mouth.

"Why?" he calmly asked, taking another sip out of his water.

"Just in case, also I know how to shoot a gun" I cheerfully told them.

Same reaction as before, he spat out the water and said, "WHAT??? YOU KNOW HOW TO SHOOT A GUN?"

"Yeah, my Abuelo taught me before he died, he was fighting in the war" I announced.

"And how old were you?", he asked me.

"Younger than six, my lessons were always on hold since Abuelo went to war a lot", I explained.

"REALLY??? I didn't know how to shoot a gun till I was thirteen", he commented.

"Please, can you teach me how to fight? That is literally all I want for my birthday", I begged him.

"Fine, we can start first thing tomorrow", he told me as everyone ate there food.

Fast Forward to morning:

I woke up to the violent shaking of George.

"What the heck!", I yelled.

"You said you wanted to learn how to fight, I'm here to teach you" He smiled.

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Yo, your friend the author here. Sorry of the chapter is too long, I didn't want to stop. I could literally write the whole story if I want in this chapter but I stopped myself. So ya, byes.

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