Never in my life have I felt this much pain. Well, besides the other 50 or so times I've done it. I clutched my toe, swearing in every language I could think of. Stubbing your toe is never fun, but when you do it practically every morning because of your stupid bed frame? I'm honestly concerned about it leaving a permanent bruise on my toe. I fall back on my bed, wincing slightly as my father came in.

         "Oh," was all he said when he saw me laying on bed, clutching my toe. "This again? Sweetheart, why do you always forget that the bed frame sticks out there?"

        "Because I forget every morning when I'm tired," I grumble, "I'm never in the right frame of mind when wake up." My dad sighed before cracking a grin, and I knew one of his jokes was coming.

        "You're never in the right frame of mind, honey. Now get dressed please; we have some visitors coming over from breakfast." He ruffled my hair before standing up and walking out of my bedroom, allowing me to roll out of bed a choose a morning gown to wear. At the end, I chose a simple white gown with a small, barely noticeable flower design stitched onto it.

          Finally, I headed down the staircase into the eating room, attempting to make an entrance. Instead, a piece of wood sticking up from the floor tripped me, causing me to fling my arms out. Thankfully, I caught myself on the wall instead of completely embarrassing myself. Sitting there at the breakfast table were my parents along with... oh hell no... George Washington.

          They were all kind of laughing at me, but my mom was at the point were she pulled a handkerchief out and started dabbing at the tears of laughter forming in her eyes. General Washigton smiled kindly at me, and gestured for me to sit down. I did, feeling myself blushing scarlet. "So, Ms. (Y/N), we have some news for you. Your father, as you know, used to be quite an impressive redcoat soldier. So, we were wondering if we could recruit him to join the rebellion."

         You paused a moment before nodding. Your father beamed at you as you began speaking. "I mean, yes, I would miss my father, but America needs him. I want this nation to be free from Britian's grasp, at any cost," I said, and George eyed me curiously.

          "Ms. (Y/N), you have quite a spirit. What would you think about... joining the Revolution?" he asked, and you froze between shock and happiness. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, General Washington held up his hand. "Now hold on a moment. Before accepting, I want you to know exactly what you're signing up for. It isn't pretty up there. People, people you know, people you may love, they die. You can die. It doesn't pay well. We don't have a lot of supplies, and the winters are horribly cold. However, know that if you do join, you are fighting for this country's freedom. So, Ms. (Y/N), will you join us?"

          "Sir... I... I don't know what to say..." you murmur, looking at your parents for help. They both looked at you with bright eyes, some sadness in them, but mostly contained encouragement. Slowly, you nodded. "I'll join you."