Chapter 4

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Heyz yalllz

You havin a gewd day???????

I nu u cant answer meh but.....

im just a lonely potato...

I hid my trunk in a bush and galloped into town on my horse. On my way to town I practiced my American accent. It was pretty good.

"Hello sir, may I please buy 20 uniforms for my husband." I practiced aloud in the woods. I looked down as I realized that I only have British money. I'll have to trade it in.

I walk into the first store I see.

"Hello sir, it appears that I only have British money. May I trade it in for American currency?" I asked the store clerk.

"Sure, how much you got?"

"Um..." I started to count my coins. "200 pounds."

"Okay, that goes to about $278." I handed him the money and he gave me the $278.

"Thank you sir!" I said, then walked out. I searched around again until I found the vendor that sells the uniforms for the American Army.

"Hello sir, may I please buy uniforms for my husband?" I asked in a lady-like manor.

"Sure! How many do you need and what are the measurements?" He asked in return.

"20 and (random measurements)" I told him.

"Okay" He responded. After that he handed me 20 uniforms. I thanked him and walked off.

I walked with Paris back to where I hid my trunk. I shook off the dead leaves that stuck to my trunk. I walked to a more secluded area. Once I was hidden I started to change into my new uniform. Once I did that I gave my hair a quick trim because my hair had grown since I first cut it.

I tied my newly cut hair in a low ponytail. I had noticed that that's the style for common men in America.

I hopped on Paris and made my way to the American camp.

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I saw the camp come into view after 3 hours of riding. I saw a small man writing on a scroll. He kind of reminds me of Seabury.

"Excuse me sir?" I asked him. He finally looked up and noticed my existence.

"Oh, hello! Are you looking to join the revolution?" He asked me.

"Yes! My name is Jackson Smith" I told him my alias.

"Okay... Great!" He started. "Do you know how to fire a musket?"

"Yes" I responded quickly.

"Well, I see you already have a horse" He wrote something down. "Let's take that horse to the stables." I followed him to the stables and tied Paris next to a white and black appaloosa.

"Let's see who we will put you with" He looked around at the tents. "How about Lafayette?" He sorta asked himself.

"Okay" I said, I looked at him expectantly.

"Oh!... He's in tent 113" He told me with apologetic eyes.

"Thank you!" I told him, then walked off. I looked around, let's see... 110, 111, 112... Ah! 113!

I walked in and saw a very tall, and might I add, attractive guy.

"I'm assuming your Lafayette?" I asked. He looked up from his book and smiled a soft smile.

"Oui! Je m'appelle Lafayette." He responded.

"Ah, he's French..." I said quietly to myself. " Je m'appelle Jackson Smith, votre nouveau colocataire." (Helloooooo terrible google translate... (your new roommate) can you have parenthesis inside of parenthesis?... idc)

He smiled at the fact that I was fluent in French. He let out a laugh. "Nice to meet you Smith" He shook my hand.

"Same to you" I responded. This is going to be tough.

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