Another Ordinary Colonial Wedding (Life of the Ordinary Americans #4)A Story by MiikiSamantha's wedding was just any ordinary one. There was her dress, a groom, cake, and Indians crashing the reception. Yep, just another ordinary colonial wedding. Dear Journal, I
haven’t seen Elizabeth in months. I’m sure that she’s really busy with her new
family now, but I wish she could be here to see my new family as well. The last
time I had seen Elizabeth was on her wedding day, which I remember clearly. I
was seated next to a young man with brown hair and bright green eyes. “Hello,” he
greeted me with a smile, “It’s nice to see you again, Sam.” And when had said that, I realized
that he was the same Michael Brown who went to school with me when I was
younger. “It’s been thirteen years, Michael.
Call me Samantha!” I told him. “Samantha is too long, I think Sam
suits you.” “But that’s a boy’s name for heaven
sakes!” But even as I said that, I couldn’t help smiling from all of the memories
I had from the times when we were younger. We talked to each other for a long
time as I ate my slice of cake that had nutmeg in it, but when he received news
about his mother becoming ill, he told me that he was going to have to leave. I
couldn’t stand the fact of being here without him, so I told him that I still
remembered her from when I was little and wanted to visit her too. He and I
left Elizabeth’s wedding early and that was the last time I saw her. I stayed
over at his home for a few days to tend to his ill mother and when I believed
she was well enough, I came back to Elizabeth’s home to only find it empty. The
house was silent and felt a lot lonelier than it ever did before. Was Elizabeth
mad at me for leaving her wedding early? Or did she leave with her family and
forget to tell me goodbye? I felt uneasy staying in her home and started to
think that I would never see her again, so I started to live with Michael and
his family. Living with Michael has made me
fall in love with him. Although he may not be the richest man, he has given me
everything I need. When he had found out about Elizabeth, he wanted me to live
with him because he knew that being in Elizabeth’s home would only make me sad
because all of the memories that were created in the home and the emptiness of
not having Elizabeth and her new family here with me anymore. Michael was
caring, understanding, and could always make me smile. After a couple of months
living with him, we had a son together. I decided to name him Charlie and give
him my last name, White. Michael and I were happy to raise a son like him. I was
astonished at how much Charlie looked like his father. They both had the same
green eyes and brown hair, but their personalities were pretty similar too. Charlie
could make anybody laugh, but was also caring and intelligent for someone his
age. After Charlie’s first birthday, Michael and I thought that it was time to finally
get married. On the day of our wedding, I picked
out my purple, floral print dress that had lace at the ends. I would always
save the dress for special occasions since it was my favorite, so after a few
tailoring corrections, it became my wedding dress. It was a chilly day in
January and the ground was covered in blankets of snow. The cold wind entered
the house as guests entered for the wedding, but for each gasp of wind that flooded
the house, I became even more nervous about today. There wasn’t a lot to worry about, but
shouldn’t I be happier than I was nervous about today? As I walked down the
aisle, I couldn’t look at anything other than Michael or else I would’ve
fainted from all the eyes that were watching me. Michael stood at the end,
smiling brightly and standing proudly next to Charlie who was pulling at
Michael’s coat and soon plopped himself on the floor out of boredom for
standing there too long. When the ceremony was finally over, I silently let out
a sigh of relief. Michael and I were now happily married to one another and
there was nothing to worry about. At least that was what I had thought. The feast after the ceremony was the
second best part about that day. Coffee, tankards of spiced hard cider, fish,
stewed oysters, roasted pig, venison, duck, potatoes, baked rye bread, Indian
cornbread, and pumpkin casserole were served, as well as nutmeats and candy for
the children. But my absolute favorite was the thick wedding cake. I could
smell the warm smell of the spices, alcohol, dried fruit and nuts that were
baked inside and watching the guests look for the slice with the nutmeg was
always my favorite part. And I couldn’t help laugh when Charlie was the one
with the slice of cake that had nutmeg in it. Instead of being happy, he was
too young to understand and became upset about how his cake was different than
everybody else’s. About halfway through the feast, I noticed that these men had
entered, they were skinny, their faces were covered in scars, and they were dressed
in red uniforms. I approached them and said, “Are
you from the British army?” “Yes, ma’am. My name is William and
this here is my friend, James. We’ve deserted the British army, we couldn’t
take fighting in the war along them anymore,” said the taller one with the
darker hair. “You
must’ve went a long way before you got here. Please, come sit down and enjoy my
wedding feast,” I told them as I showed them their seats. “Congratulations
on your special day,” said James. “Thank you.
Now tell me about the war, are we doing any good at all?” “With the
way both sides are fighting, chances don’t look very good for us,” said
William, “all the soldiers on the British side want to use guerrilla warfare,
but the British officers seem to hate us enough to ensure we would die in
battle.” “They don’t
want us to move at all!” James said angrily as he slammed his hand on the
table, “we have to stand still and get shot. And if we take one step out of our
ranks, Colonel Preble threatens that he would knock us down.” “And if we
do anything wrong, they would tie us up and give us about 500 to 800 lashes.
300 was already horrific, there would no flesh left on the shoulders and they
just hang there, motionless as if they were dead. But 300 lashes weren’t enough
for the British. They’d have doctors standing by with vials filled with these
sharp things and apply it to their noses, without showing the slightest sign of
caring to see if the soldier still had any sign of life within them. If they
even flinched the tiniest bit, they would commence with the whipping to the
point where it was unbearable to even look at our fellow soldier.” “But other
than the harshness of British officers,” said James, “the war doesn’t looks o
good for us. Like there was this one time when we were ordered to move forward
and storm the French’s breast-works and to get in if we could, but their lines
were full and as each second passed, another man would die. We hid behind
tress, logs, stumps, anything that we could hide behind and try to move as fast
as we could when the French had to pause for the smoke to clear. “ “But we
seemed so helpless and vulnerable out there. A man hiding behind a log, lifted
his head no higher than a centimeter, but was still struck by a ball. It tore
through his scalp and all the way back to the crown of his head. It was almost
impossible to move without getting hit, and by the time it was actually over
there were too many men on the ground that were dead or wounded. James and I
were just lucky enough to get out there alive. If only the British would come
up with better plans, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” “I just
don’t understand. We’re the ones risking our lives and helping them with this
war, but in return they’re treating men like you terribly,” I said, “And their
plans, ‘get in if you can?’ they should have something more solid, and
something that can actually be done and won’t have the word ‘if’ in it.” “The
British don’t deserve to have us fighting for them!” William said angrily,
“They’re cruel to us and can’t come up with a good enough plan that could keep
more men alive than dead. If it weren’t for those Indians, we’d…” A scream
rang throughout the house. Other people began to panic and children ran to
their mothers. I pushed through mounds of people to see what was going on and ended
up face to face with an Indian. “Who are
you?” I asked him. “I am known
as the Half King,” he replied. I instantly thought of when George Washington
had told me about when the Half King had killed Jumonville. “What are
you doing here?” I said trying to hide my fear. “I need
your help. I have heard about you from George Washington and how you’ve helped
him. There is a Huron war party after me because I’ve been fighting alongside
George Washington and the British. If you don’t help me, they are going to kill
me.” “How am I
supposed to help someone who has caused George Washington so much trouble? You
were the reason why this war has started because you just had to kill
Jumonville, so maybe it would be best if I didn’t help you and let fate take
it’s path,” I told him. “You have
to help me!” He yelled at me. “Samantha!”
Michael called out to me, “Is everything al-“ “If you
love this man as much as I think you do, you will help me if you want to have
him back alive,” the Half King said as he held Michael by the neck. Michael
struggled to get free, but the Half King must’ve been a lot stronger than he
looked. I was going
to give in to save Michael, but there was a Indian call in the distance and
everybody saw a group of Huron Indians through the window. That was when I
understood what guerrilla warfare looked like. It looked like the snow and
anything outside was moving. It confused you; you couldn’t believe what was
really snow or what was a Huron disguised to match the background. Before
anyone could even say anything, the Huron Indians were so quick and silent that
before anyone could even think another thought, they had already broke in. Most
of the women and children were able to flee, but the Huron Indians used a
tomahawk to hit people to the point they couldn’t move at all. By hitting them
in the collarbone and then in the skull, leaving the person lying there, unable
to move any bone in their body. It was a signal to the Huron to take out a
knife and cut off their scalp to take back to the French. After the first scalping,
everybody began screaming. They didn’t care who they were knocking over to
escape the grasp of the Huron. After they killed enough people from the wedding
reception, they expanded to the village. I found Charlie and ran away, but as
Charlie was screaming in my arms, I saw a glimpse of the Half King dragging
Michael into the woods nearby. I followed
him, I was angry with him for ruining my wedding day and angry with the Huron
for killing those innocent people. The only way I couldn’t be angry with myself
was to get Michael and Charlie out of here alive. The Half King had heard
Charlie’s crying and there was no way I could secretly get Michael out. I
either had to save the Half King from the Huron or I was going to have to let
him kill Michael. I didn’t want to do neither. “This is
your last chance,” the Half King said, staring at me with cold eyes. “Isn’t
there another way?” I asked desperately. “Do you
want your husband to die that badly?” I looked at
Michael, “Of course not, but I don’t want to help you either.” “Well
you’re going to have to choose now or you might as well count him dead.” I stood
there shaking with fear; I didn’t know what to do. But that was when the idea
hit me. All the Half King wanted was protection from the Huron. “Stay
here,” I told him, “I’ll be back.” “How do I
know that this isn’t a trick?” I placed
Charlie down and told him to stay with his father. “You know
that I love my son too much to let him die by a person like you,” I said as I
ran back to Michael’s house. I made sure that there was no Huron Indians left
in the house and ran into the room where Michael kept his Brown Bess musket and
hurried back to the Half King. “If you
want protection, take this with you. You’ll have a larger advantage against the
Huron with this.” He released
Michael and headed further in to the woods. I was glad that he had left Michael
and Charlie alone. “I thought
you didn’t want to help him,” said Michael as he picked up Charlie and tried to
soothe him. “Well, I
wouldn’t really say that I helped him. I’m just glad that he didn’t test it out
before he left.” “You gave
him the Brown Bess that had the broken trigger?” “Yeah, it
was all I could think of to get you back safely.” He laughed
and gave me that same grin when I saw him again at Elizabeth’s wedding, “I’m
glad I’m married to you, Sam.” “I told you
to call me Samantha! Even after we’re married, you’re still calling me a name
fitted for a man!” We both
grinned and even Charlie was happier than when the Huron had attacked. We
returned to what was left of the village we lived in, there were less people
now, but more sad memories I had to remember. I was just grateful to have
Michael by my side and Charlie to watch grow up. ~Samantha White © 2012 MiikiAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on October 29, 2012 Last Updated on November 3, 2012 AuthorMiikiDoylestown, PAAboutI created this account when I was 13...so if you look at my older writing, my age might have affected the language and content a little? Anywho, it's about 5 years later and I'll be turning 18 soo.. more..Writing
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