Miracles

September 20th, 1773

Morning

Today was the day Merchant Lyte would come to pick up his brand new gun. Lavinia had been in town with her father, and I had caught sight of her across the street from our workshop. I had just ordered buckets of coal for Mr. Larke, and since I had a few minutes, I decided to sneak on her, see how much worse she's gotten over the years. Lavinia was indeed beautiful-but in such a way that her face is caked with expensive products-a waste of her fortune which could have somehow been used to help the poor or the unskilled. She was tall, in a bright blue dress and a bone-wrenching corset. That's something I don't miss from my old days. Anyway, I saw that she was with her closest friend-more of a follower who'd do anything for her-why, she'd probably even be tarred and feathered if Lavinia asked her to-and they were staring at a wanted poster. Let me rephrase; my wanted poster.

She had suddenly snickered; "You know I really hadn't meant it to be this big of a deal. I was really pulling a joke-just wanted to show her what happens when people kick up some stupid rumor that she may be more beautiful that I was. Had to show her who's boss, right?"

"Oh my, that makes so much sense! No one should've said that!" her so-called friend had gushed.

"Right? I mean, my father was fine with it. As long as we don't get caught-I mean even if we do, we can just tinkle in a little bit of money, and that's all there is to it! He said it'd help our family's fortune too, by getting rid of a rival." The two stupid girls had just laughed.

"Really, anything's possible nowadays. Ya don't like someone, just bribe a soldier. They'd kill an entire family for you!" Lavinia was cracking up.

That had been enough of talk. That one conversation I had eavesdropped brought back my darkest days, my rage and fury. I have always had a bad habit of doing things I really shouldn't do without thinking. I punched the face of the richest girl in Boston-and I held a sack of gold in that hand. Normally, I would not say I am strong at the very least, but the gold had been heavy-she flew off and hit her butt on the wall, the other side of the street. I only half regretted my action. It was undeniably worth it, for the satisfaction that had ran through me when she looked up and saw her face, swollen red. Unfortunately, every single guard that had come with the Lytes came rushing in at her shriek, armed with knives. Only one incredible stupid solution to this situation came to mind. I pointed a bullet-less Flintlock Pistol at Lavinia. "Drop the knives, and you can do whatever."

The guards immediately drop their weapons. I make a mad dash to the next street, but was cornered by a bunch of other soldiers. I was gonna die. I give up and drop my gun. "Look, it was bullet-less. See? Check it. So don't kill me, we at an agreement?" The guards consider the situation for a moment, only coming to the conclusion that they're not the most powerful people, and this situation should be handled by Mr. Lyte.

My hands were roped behind my back, and I was taken to the Lyte household-the first time in 5 years.

Later on during the Day (I don't really have time to write diary entries anymore-let me just explain what happens)

After I arrived at the humongous mansion, through Mr. Lyte's decision, I was about to be executed right then and there for a near crime. When they'd done a physical check on me-making me undress and checking every single pocket, the maids found out that I was a girl, indeed the one on the wanted posters. They were going to turn me in, until Lavinia had realized that she may be hung for bribery and false information, and convinced Mr. Lyte to keep me for the next few days. Then, after swiftly taking back the gun I had hidden under the bookcase, I was thrown into a room-the temporary dungeon supposedly containing another "criminal."

I lay on the cold floor for a whole minute, going over what had just happened during the span of an hour, and finally got up. I met eyes with a boy, probably around my age. He had brown hair framing his face, hazel eyes and a skinny yet muscular figure. Most people would say he's totally handsome, and I may have a few days ago. At this point in time, I could care less. Though, just like me. he looked tired and emotionally drenched.

"You in here from tyranny too?" I ask.

"Precisely." He replied.

"Name?"

"Johnny Tremain." He seemed to want to add something, but apparently thought better of it.

"Laurence Gilsworth," I held my hand out, but then I realized I really didn't have a reason to hide my identity anymore. The Lytes already knew, and I won't ever be able to go back to the workshop anyway. "I mean, Laura Gilsworth," I reintroduced as I removed my hat, my reddish brown hair descending down my back. Let me tell you something interesting about my hair. It's like a dirty blonde; except the two colors are red and brown. I don't know how-genetics?

Johnny raised his eyebrows and gave a slight smile. "Nice to meet ya. And... nice hair." He shook my hand with a bandaged up hand. I took it like any other hand and shook it. Then he suddenly knitted his eyebrows in a confused expression, as if trying hard to remember something. "I know you, don't I? Like, way before. Years ago."

Wait. Wait. A brunette boy. I slightly remember his younger face. I gasped in shock; "You were there the night the Gilsworth mansion was burned down."

"Yah, I was. And I so happened to see a pretty little girl running from it, drenched in blood, supposedly after blind-killing a few soldiers hired by the Lytes." He leaned in close to my face and lifted my eyepatch, and I fell back from surprise. "And, she had one eye."

"Many things wrong with that. First, don't take my eyepatch-it's a prized possession, and I'm not comfortable without it. Two, respect personal space. Three, I didn't kill those soldiers for no reason. But, I'm gonna be hanged soon, so..." I was aggressively going at it, but cut off and look around the room, even though the only way someone would eavesdrop would be through the wall. "I need to escape." I whispered that last part.

"Hey, calm down, yea, take some deep breaths. I mean if you want I'll listen to what you got to say. We're both gonna be punished anyway, might as well let some of that anger out. And I kinda need to talk to someone." He offered.

I stared at his suspiciously for a second; "How do I know if I can trust you? What if you're like, just acting to be put in here?"

"Do you seriously think that? We have nothing to lose. Come on, I'll tell you my situation first.

"No. I don't care about what you have to say, you louse. Leave me alone." Now that I think about it, I don't know why I said this to a complete stranger who was trying to help. I guess I took my anger out on him as I harshly glared at the boy.

"...I'll leave you alone, alright. Won't say a word to ya." He was taken aback a bit.

*Before I worried any more, I fell asleep*