Encountering Red

     Alright, today, the strangest thing has happened. When I went out to go to school this morning, I saw a crowd of nearly a hundred men about 100 feet away from the house. Although I knew I should have went back to the house just to be safe and everything, I really wanted to see what was going on, so I hid behind this raspberries bushes. What was really scary was that most of the men were well armed with rifles and muskets. That was when I decided to leave for home, to avoid the danger and to warm up before I got frozen in the cold weather.

     But when I got up to leave, the redhead from yesterday stopped me from leaving by tripping me, then dragging me to a clump of cedar trees. I can't believe he was so rude, and even though he said he wouldn't hurt me, I still think he could have shown that in a much better way. His name is Red, which makes sense, because his hair is red. Red didn’t seem to really want to answer the questions I asked him about why the men were here and where he was from at first. But later on, after a conversation, he told me that he and the men would leave soon, and wouldn't hurt Great Barrington. He also told me the story of how the came here. He said that his father had shipped him off to America to his uncle, since his family was too small to support me. But once he went to America, his uncle couldn't pay the taxes, so his farm got taken away, and they both joined the rebellion. What a poor boy he was, with nowhere to stay, and having the only option of joining the rebellion!

     After his story, to my own surprise, I offered him a meal at my house, which he refused. Then, before he left, he made me promise I would not give them away, and that he would not give me away. Of course, I promised him, as I wouldn't want him in trouble. Then, the boy left to the group of men. I feel quite sorry for him, and I do wish him the best of luck and safety.