|Pass and Stow
Author: Eponine Sparrow PM
Lucille is a loyalist, just like her parents. After an unwelcome move, Lucille is exposed to things that she never saw in London: suffering and taxes. After the Boston Massacre, Lucille begins to wonder if she is really on the right side by siding with the King. Will Lucille choose liberty, or will she stand as the loyalist her parents want her to be? Sorry, I suck at summaries!Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,668 - Reviews: 2 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 01-29-13 - Published: 01-13-13 - id: 3091951
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The year of 1769
Lucille stared out of the window of her room. It was raining; sorrowful tears were falling from the sky. The Heavens cried, it seemed, just for her. They did not want her to leave London either. A clap of thunder shook Lucille from her groggy, grey, thoughts. Lucille jumped, startled by the sudden noise. She looked over by her bed, hidden in shadows. The candle had nearly burnt out and her maid had not yet come to light a fire. Or, Lucille thought bitterly, Mama told the maid not to bother me when I'm in a foul mood.
Lucille shivered as the air turned icy. Suddenly, the candle flickered, then went out completely. Lucille sighed and stood from the chair by her window, creeping over to the bed. She ran her fingers over the soft material of her covers, relishing the feeling. She gently put two pale fingers on the blackened wick of the candle; it was still slightly warm.
Lucille turned quickly, her eyes tired and rimmed with harsh red splotches, "What is it, Anna?" she asked, quietly.
Anna colored, "I'm sorry Miss, but your mother has told me to get you ready for dinner."
"I do not want to go," Lucille sat on her bed and glared at the floor.
Anna sighed, "Well, she said to come immediately! I wouldn't keep her waiting if I were you."
"But you are not me, are you? You are a maid." Lucille spoke, coldly.
Anna looked away, "Miss, please come."
Lucille sighed, exasperated, "Fine."
She stood and smoothed her dress down, "Anna, start a fire," Lucille started to leave the room but stopped herself, "Please." She should be polite to Anna, after all, it certainly wasn't Anna's fault. She walked silently out of the room, the only noise made was the soft swishing of her gown.
"Lucille Marie Addison, you are late," Evelyn Addison scolded her daughter. Lucille simply shrugged and stood before her mother, warily. Evelyn sighed, "Why are you wearing a black gown?"
Lucille's expression remained grim, "I am in mourning."
Evelyn scoffed, "Why are you in mourning? Who died?"
Lucille sat stiffly in a chair opposite her mother, "My happiness has died."
Evelyn laughed, "My dear, really, must you be so melodramatic?"
"We are just moving, darling."
"To the New World!" Lucille yelled angrily.
Lucille put a hand up, "No, Mother! I do not want to move to the New World! I'm perfectly fine living in the Old World! I do not want to leave England!"
"Lucille, we must leave."
"Because, your father-"
Lucille stood quickly, "It is not fair!"
"No! I don't care that Father is being stationed in Boston, I will not go there!"
Evelyn glowered at her daughter, "You will."
"Do you really want to go down this path?"
"Yes! I have friends here! I have suitors here!"
"You will have suitors there as well."
"Of course I will," Lucille let the sarcasm drip from her tongue like venom.
"Lucille, you are going. We are leaving in one week."
"I will go. But there is nothing that you can do to make me like it, Mother, nothing!" Lucille shouted and walked off to the parlor.
Sorry if Lucille comes off as a big brat. I'm trying to keep her from being Mary-Sueish. Reviews are welcomed! :D