Night Whispers

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A/N~ this is a short story I wrote a while ago and it takes place in the American Revolution. I know some facts are incorrect don't worry, it's just supposed to be fun (*^.^*)
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Night Whispers

Night. This is a time of sleep and dreams for most. That most doesn't include me; not in the slightest. For me night is a time of tears and unseen whispers. This is a time in which I don't know what to do. This is the revolution. Alice, that's my name. I live in Boston and my family is gone. For that I have the British to blame. It's been over year since the revolution began and some of the soldiers have taken me in. They think I'm a boy, that's okay. It's okay because since they think I'm a boy I can fight in the war. I dress as a boy too which helps.

Sometimes at night when the nightmares come I go to my old home.It's not occupied anymore. And I still have the key, to my house. I'm going there tonight I know that for sure. As I walked up to the old Stone house I look fondly at the fast growing vines on the side of it. The remains of the overgrown garden lay the backyard under the tree my sister and I planted when I was three. Now I'm 17 and without a family to care for I'm alone. As memories flashed through my head I slowly took in a breath. I looked once more of my house and left, back to the camp for me. There is however one good thing about the situation. For I have made a friend within the ranks of the soldiers. His name is Henry.

The next morning as usual I woke up to the normal ration; and as I do every day I sat down next to Henry to eat. We talked about our schedules for the day and we found out that we have patrol together. A few hours later I grabbed my Pennsylvania Long Rifle and walked over to Henry ready to patrol. We walked side by side casually talking through Boston to patrol the outskirts of the city. Unknown to us, however, three British soldiers watched, waited, and followed us. On our way around the west wing of the city the brits decided it time to attack. The last thing I remember is hearing Henry scream.

Since that day I've made myself a silent promise to never get close to someone again in fear of losing them to. It's been 10 years, and I now live in New York alone. We won the war, and no one found out that I'm a girl. If only I knew better, if only I was paying more attention, if only I worked harder. Maybe then I wouldn't have lost Henry.

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Taa~daa trust me I know it's bad. This was written two years ago and I may post a new and improved re-written version. Anyway that's all for now. Thanks for reading~
Bai
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