After the course of a week, we colonists had marched towards the British, and "the shot heard around the world" had marked the beginning of the Revolutionary War. Rab had informed me that he and Alora have been friends (well more than friends) for some time and I was extremely happy to see Alora again. Johnny's scar wouldn't go away-"an eternal reminder about my viciousness," he had called it. Many things had occured over the course of a few days. Found out about Alora and Rab, witnessed Johnny's past fiance, Cilla, asking to leave the town with him, and him rejecting her, saying he wasn't interested. I didn't know much about his past life-only that he had lead a life that was heading toward a great future.
"It was a good life, it really was," he had told me. Then, he'd suddenly flashed that infamous, yet attractive smirk of his; "But I mean, if I had kept up with my old life, I may have never met you-and for that, I don't regret all the things I'd done to screw up my life this far." Then, Rab had called him for his job, and Johnny had given me a kiss on the forehead, and walked out the door. I knew I had already fallen in love with him.
Other than that, the war was getting worse and worse. Rab wanted to fight with the Sons of Liberty and the militia-he'd even asked me to fashion a gun for him. Of course, I was reluctant at first-but the determination burning through his eyes had kept me from declining his request. I had found out about the Sons of Liberty, and was now constantly spying for them-of course, in a great disguise. Johnny and I would go around town, snooping around for information. Some workers in the Lyte household were also spies, as well as Cilla. She seemed to be over with Johnny after being shot down quite a few times. As much as I felt bad, I wasn't giving him up.
It was desperate, yet happy days of trying to win advantage against the British armies. Never before in my life had I ever had friends-Rab, Alora, and of course, Johnny. Never had I ever smiled from the bottom of my heart, laughed until my stomach would hurt, and cry with all of my feelings, knowing these days will end too soon. The omen came true as I had helped light the clocktower as they had attacked from the sea at the Battle of Lexington-and though Rab had fought in that battle, as well as Alora crossdressing to fight, he didn't come back.
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