Short Story #2

And here's number 2!

1776 – Amelia’s Point of View

I stood quietly next to US as we watched the men sign a piece of paper.  I brought my tiny hand to my eyes to wipe the tears.  I didn’t want to upset Britain and UK, but my people wanted to be free; I had no choice.  US and I were so young…it hurt to have to break away from them.  UK and Britain had raised us.  Mr. Franklin put a gentle hand on my shoulder.  It had been determined that US and I would go to help deliver the message to the King.  I looked up to see him smiling down at me, a slight twinkle in his eyes.

Once the meeting ended, Mr. Franklin escorted US and I out of Independence Hall.  “I know it will be difficult,” he said, “but it’s the right thing to do.”

I nodded, looking down.  I felt a tear rolling down my cheek.  My straight, dark hair cascaded in front of my face.  US grabbed my hand and gave a gentle squeeze.  I looked up to see him grinning at me, his short blonde ponytail swaying in the light breeze, “mama and papa will understand.”

“I hope they will,” I whispered softly.  Mama Britain and Papa UK would surely understand.  Both of them knew how hard they were on us after the French people tried to hurt us.  But then our other people had sided with the French.  I’ve been told that I look like them; the only difference is my blue eyes.

After around 2 months, we had finally reached Great Britain.  Mama Britain and Papa UK were waiting for us on the docks.  US and I squealed in delight and raced to hug them.  Papa UK picked me up and spun me around.  “And how is little Miss America,” he asked.

I hugged him, “doing well, papa.”

Our “babysitter” looked at us with a hateful eye.  My smile faded as papa put me down.  Mama took my hand as we walked to the palace.  I knew that this was not going to end well; I knew that mama and papa would hate US and I.

 

Once the Declaration was read, I finally looked over at mama and papa.  Mama had tears streaming down her face and her hand covered her mouth.  Papa was looking at the floor, but I could see the hurt in his eyes.  Mama quickly walked over to US and I.  “Why” was the only thing that she asked.  US and I couldn’t stop our tears, “we’re sorry!  It wasn’t our fault; we didn’t want to leave either of you!  It’s just that, you both have been so hard on us that we couldn’t take it anymore!”

Mama and Papa looked at us painfully before leaving.  I only saw them look back once; the same thought on everyone’s mind.

There will be war.