Miracles

September 23rd, 1773

The next few days were very boring. Yesterday and the day before, I've had no one to talk to, no work to do, nowhere to go. All I did was sit and rethink my past few days. I started to feel bad about what I had said to the boy who sat in front of me, day after day.

So I had decided to talk to him. I was going to be here for a while anyway... might as well not make enemies. I started out awkward; "Hey."

He had only raised an eyebrow at me.

"...sorry about a few days ago," I had continued, and apologized to him for taking my anger out on him.

After a few minutes, he finally, sarcastically, spoke; "Okay. I was getting bored. Wanna talk about just how amazing our lives are at the moment?"

Since I have had a bad habit of not liking to be near people, (thanks Lavinia) we sit on opposite sides of the room as we talk. Johnny told me about everything that happened to him, from being the best apprentice of Mr. Lapham, a silversmith, to burning his hand and an apothecary apprentice bandaging his hand wrong, and getting kicked out, then meeting a boy called Rab. He also told me about how he'd come to Mr. Lyte with his cup, but was accused of stealing. His story was like having everything and a perfect life-and then ruination. Just like mine. I guessed that the apothecary apprentice was Alora. Can't really blame her on it though. Johnny looked so stressed and pained and mad telling me his story.

"I think I get it, really." I state. I didn't show any sympathy. From experience, I know that it's something that may make someone momentarily better, but never does anything for their future. "I feel bad for you" doesn't help in such situations.

"Are you sure about that? Ever had a literally amazing life, only for some accident from a pig-face ruining your entire life?" He practically yelled at me, and I flinched a little from surprise. "Sorry, I just took it out on you. I'm just... so stressed about it."

I walk up from my spot, and take a seat next to him. I place a cold hand on his bandaged hand. I understood. So much that it was painful. Society was just this unfair.

"What happened to 'personal space'?" He imitated my voice, smirking a bit.

"It's cold." I contemplate on whether to tell him for a few moments. I wanted to tell him so much, and yet my years of being betrayed so many times was telling something. It might be smart not to tell him. A small voice in my heart whispers to me; But what if you can? You gotta start somewhere... Screw this. Johnny Tremain, I'm gonna trust you. "Actually, I do... understand." I continue on with my story. From everything up to now. All the people who'd do anything for themselves. All the people who'd put anyone at their disposal. I never really told this story to anyone, except 5 years ago to Alora. It felt good to let the emotions out.

I cried out the tears that I pretended didn't exist, pretended I didn't care. I screamed my rage to certain people. People who didn't care what happened to the world as long as they keep their status, money, and power. It brought back bad memories, but this was different from when Lavinia had brought it back this morning. This was a world's difference. As I cried in his shoulder and he rubbed my back, I may have felt vulnerable-but I felt safe. Understood. I may have had a more gruesome experience than he had, but for the first time in my life, I completely related to someone. It was midnight by then, and I fell asleep on Johnny's shoulder, tears slowly drying on my face.