Today my worst nightmare was about to become a reality I was being sent to fake war apparently. But before all that happened. I was studying with Oliver, Hattie and Cooper. "Dude, we have a test. You have to focus." Oliver said to Cooper I looked up and saw he was on his phone.

"I have no motivation to succeed. You don't understand how hard it is to study with when you know you're sitting on a huge trust fund." Cooper said to Oliver and I.

"That sounds so hard." I said to him with sarcasm.

"Dude, I'm sorry, man I didn't realize." Oliver said to him before putting his head back to his book.

"It's not as much of a pressure as you thought it would be." Hattie said to us before we heard someone come down the stairs.

"What do you guys think? 'Charge'! Scary, huh?" Dad asked us, more of he looked like an idiot.

"Scary that some of this might be passed down to me." Taylor said, I never thought of that.

"Now I'm scared." I said while looking at Taylor.

"War reenacting is a celebration of our nation's history, and despite what your mother says, that cannot be learned by watching Kevin Costner movies." Dad said to us, it probably was.

"I don't get why you care so much about history. It's just a bunch of facts and dates." Taylor said to him she was missing on thing, dead people.

"Boring facts- -what are you being so mean?! History is the story of living, breathing people who helped shape our world." Dad said to us, but they were all 6-feet under.

"Oh, yeah? If they're so great then why are they dead?" Taylor asked before going upstairs.

"Exactly, clearing they all went as great as people thought they were." I said before writing something down.

"Guess who is killing it as the Spring Gala Chairperson." Mom asked while walking in.

"It's gotta be someone else." Hattie whispered to me making me smile.

"Is it my laaaaady kaaaaaatie?" Dad sang I guess weirdly. Was he having a stroke?

"What are you doing?" Mom asked him, I had no idea as well.

"I'm not sure." Dad said to her.

"I'm starting to rack up on awesome stuff for the charity auction- -a $100 gas card, 10 free games of mini-golf, and a signed head shot of Scott Bakula that I stole from the dry cleaner." Mom said making Cooper laugh, Hattie then joined in.

"Oh, I'm laughing 'cause you said those things are awesome, and they so aren't." Cooper said to her, I see where he was coming from.

"I'm beginning to understand why your parents travel so much." Mom said while glaring at him.

"Mom, Cooper's right. Gas cards aren't gonna cut it. To raise big money, you need big-ticket auction items. Last year, Nancy Granville' family donated a week at her Sun Valley house. Brought in $20,000." Oliver said to her, that sounded so good.

"That's like 10 allowances." Cooper said before accidentally knocking his milk over. We all didn't want to look at Mom.

"Cooper, you spilled your milk." Dad said to him, he wasn't blind.

"Sorry about that." He said with a smile.

"Are you just going to just leave it?" Mom asked him while bringing him a towel.

"Well, what else would I do?" He said to her, I looked away.

"This is gonna be bad." Hattie said to us in a whisper.

"What happens at your house when you spill something?" Mom asked and he snapped his fingers. "And now what happens?" She asked him.

"Well, Lupe or Dolores or Lita or Patricia will come in and clean it up. It is...Tuesday, so it would be Lupe, Dolores, Lita, Patricia or the driver. I don't know his name. We just call him Bentley, because, you know- -" Cooper started before Mom chucked the towel at him.

"Shut this up! Clean this up! See? This kind of behavior is exactly why I don't want to be a part of Westport culture. These people have no sense of reality." Mom said to us, but they did, she didn't.

"Mom, if you don't raise enough cash, it'll bring shame to our family. It'll be Dad's goatee all over again." Oliver said to us, I shuddered.

"I still get nightmares over that." I said to him.

"Oliver and Y/n, you have to accept that your mother and I don't subscribe to the shallow values of this town. As for the goatee... 'Reality Bites' pushed a lot of good people in a lot of bad directions." Dad said to us, it pushed him in the worst direction.

"Okay, shame doesn't work with you people. Let's try facts. If you don't raise enough money, it'll force the school to cut back on things like the special Ed department." Oliver said while looking at Anna-Kat who was washing her hands like a surgeon.

"Hmm. That wouldn't be good. But on the bright side, she is getting better. Yesterday she was scrubbing up to her shoulders. Hup, there she goes." Dad said as she started cleaning her elbows.

"Fine. I'll sweet talk the rich idiots. But for the record, I hate it." Mom said to us, just deal with it.

"Agreed. People should donate because it's the right to do, not because they get some vacation in return." Dad said to Mom.

"This is the kind of nonsense we were telling you about." Oliver said to him.

"It's like this everyday." I said to Cooper. Hattie and I went up to my room before I was called downstairs by Dad.

"Y/n, you're joining Taylor and I at the reenactment. Your slipping behind in History as well." He said to me, I looked at Taylor.

"But todays really important." I said to him while sighing.

"You're not getting out of it." He said to me and I groaned.

"Question- -in this battle, how many died and how bloody was it?" Anna-Kat asked, what was this girls day + Dad.

"Well, it was a massacre, so almost everyone and very bloody." Dad said to her, she stood up and smiled.

"I want in." She said, just great.

"Come on!" Dad said and we all went. I wanted to get out of this. What was I gonna be a nurse. When we got there we all got in a line. "You girls are in for a treat. Over the next two days, we're gonna relive the Westport Massacre- -an event where real people were inspired to stand up against tyranny and change the course of the nation." Dad said to us, I looked at him.

"I'm not skipping work tomorrow so, I'll leave early." I said to him with a nod.

"But they all got massacred, right?" Taylor asked him.

"Sure, if you want to nitpick. Okay, here's where the excitement begins. You get to choose whatever you want to be- -a soldier, a scout, a musket loader- -" Dad said to us with a smile. I want to be a soldier.

"Actually, Corporal Otto, women can't be whatever they want. They can only be what's on this list." The guy in charge said.

"Not much of a list." Dad said, I looked at the clipboard and saw that nurses was the only option.

"Do I detect a tone of insubordination?" He asked Dad and he put the clipboard down.

"Sir, no, sir." Dad said to him, what a bitch boy.

"Corporal, we all understand the importance of historical accuracy. Without that we're just a bunch or dorks running around a field. And I'm not missing my once-a-month supervised visitation day with my kid for that." He said with a chuckle at the end. "In the real battle, the only females involved were nurses. Is that understood?" He added, I was missing school to be a nurse. You could not be serious.

"Yes, sir. Understood, sir." Dad said to him.

"Good." He said to Dad, he turned around to look at us.

"Okay. Change of plans, but...also exciting. Think of how cool being a nurse will be. You get to run around the battlefield, carrying the wounded- -" Dad said to us with a smile, not exciting.

"Correction. Nurses are confined to the medical tent- -nursing 'wounds,' tending to the 'dead', and preparing the hot stew which was generously provided to us today by Chunky." He said to us making Taylor and I scoff.

"History sucks." Taylor said to him.

"It really does, we can't do nothing." I said to them all.

"Yep, history sucks for women. For men, it was pretty all right." He said making his henchman laugh. We then changed into our nurses outfits. It was going to be the worst day ever. Or should I say 2. I was just claiming people were dead so I wouldn't have to do anything. Taylor and I were then cleaning rags.

"Glad someone's having fun." Taylor said to Anna-Kat as I walked back over to her.

"You just have to get into it. Create a character. For example, I'm a poor Massachusetts housewife who, after witnessing the horrors of war, has developed a morphine habit to deaden the pain." Anna-Kat said before Taylor and I went on our phones.

"Hey, girls!" Dad said as he entered the med tent.

"Dad! Are you wounded? We'll probably have to take the leg." Anna-Kat told him, I saw that I had a text from Cooper.

"Sorry, Pumpkin. I just wanted to see how you guys were holding up." Dad said before Taylor and I took a picture together. "Taylor and Y/n, what are you doing?" Dad asked us.

"We're using a Snapchat filter where it looks like you're vomiting rainbows." Taylor said to him.

"And I'm addition to that I'm reading my messages from Cooper." I said to Dad with a smile.

"Put it away. I got you out of school so you could learn about our great nation not play on your phone and message your boyfriend." Dad said to us, he wasn't getting mine.

"We don't want to be here. And even if we did we would want to be on that battlefield." I said to him, this sucked more than anything.

"Dad, this sucks. We're stuck here in this tent doing all the crap jobs while all the guys are out there having fun. Don't you think it's a little uncool that- -" Taylor said to Dad before she was cut off.

"My daughters are not giving this a fair shot?" Dad asked, how could we when we were restricted to a tent.

"No. That- -" Taylor and I said at the same time.

"You're rejecting one of the most glorious learning experiences a person can have?" Dad asked us, but we didn't ask for this.

"That only the girls are treated this way. Especially in this day and age." Taylor said to him.

"But it isn't this day and age. That's the whole point." Dad said before taking our phones. He couldn't do that.

"Corporal Otto, why aren't you at your post?" The guy from earlier asked him.

"Oh, sorry, sir. I was just checking on my girls." He said while holding our phones. The guy gasped.

"A phone? What- -what are you doing with a pho- -or rather, what are you doing with some futuristic device that I don't know about? Because I'm in the 1700s." He said to Dad, he did nothing but ok.

"It's no big deal. I'll just put it away." Dad told him, it really wasn't.

"Oh. No big deal. Okay. Then maybes it 'no big deal' that I demote you, Private Otto. See you on the battlefield. Go!" The guy said before he left with his henchman. Dad looked at us.

"Back to private. You just flushed three whole years of online reenactment class down the toilet!" Dad said before leaving.

"And that's our issues how." I said when to Taylor when he left.

"It's not." She said to me, I agreed. When we got home I was going to go straight for my room.

"Hey, guys! How'd it go?" Mom asked us.

"It was so boring." I said to Mom.

"So fun! I amputated a ton of legs. Sometimes I accidentally took the wrong one just so I could do two." Anna-Kat said making Mom hum in response.

"Mom, Dad won't let Y/n and I go back to school." Taylor said to her, I couldn't last another day.

"It's a two-day battle, so no school for you." Dad said before we all went upstairs. I ended up seeing who of my friends was available to talk and it was Javi. We talked for ages. It was mainly him talking about how I should try to embrace the whole thing. When it got to the next day I tried but I couldn't.

"Your attention! The British have surrounded us! But before we begin the massacre, I'd like to go over the rules. As per usual, we will be using verbal 'bangs' to represent shots fired. Also, Paul will place stickers on victims to indicate they've been hit. Okay! Commence massacre! Aim! Fire!" He shouted before the rage of bang's happened. I went in the tent and hid. "Fire!" He shouted before the bang's continued.  After a second I tuned it all out. This was so stupid. I then went to stand next to Anna-Kat and Taylor.

"I'm hit! Shoulder? Really? Ricochet." Anna-Kat said before placing the sticker on her forehead and dying.

"Excellent death, honey." Dad said to her, weird thing to praise her for.

"Thanks, Dad." Anna-Kat said before I was hit. In the shoulder.

"I'll live." I said while pulling the sticker off. Dad then dramatically walked over to a bench.

"I can't get these pants dirty. Last time, they were so expensive to dry clean." Dad said before groaning and dying. Taylor then got hit. "Taylor, die." Dad said to her weird thing to say to your child.

"No." She said before the guy stuck a sticker on us. We pulled the stickers off.

"Hard-pass." I said to him.

"You're both shot again! Go down!" Dad shouted at us.

"No!" We both shouted before we both got cannonballs to the chest. Dad gasped.

"Cannonball!" Dad said quietly. I just sat down I could be asked to go through all of this. Taylor pulled the sticker off. "You will die right now, young lady!" He shouted at Taylor, she shouldn't have to.

"No, Dad! This is totally unfair! I can't be a soldier because it's historically inaccurate? But people are just yelling 'bang.' And there's a guy putting stickers on people to show they've been shot. You're fine overlooking these things but not letting girls be soldiers?" Taylor said to Dad making me smile. She was right none of this was accurate in the slightest.

"Nurse, you will die now!" That guy in charge shouted at her, Dad for up and walked over to them.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. Don't yell at my daughter." Dad said as he stood in the middle of them.

"Back on the ground, Private Otto, or I'll send you to the stockade." He said to Dad, he couldn't.

"No, you won't, Elliot." Dad said to him and I stood up.

"How dare you? I am Captain Beauregard of the Fifth Battalion!" Elliot said to Dad, but he wasn't at all.

"No, you're Elliot Grady. You sell lambs' wool car-seat covers out of a kiosk in the Stamford Mall." Dad said to Elliot putting him in his place.

"Stop using words that haven't been invented yet!" Elliot shouted we couldn't.

"Look, my daughter is right. None of this is 100% accurate. Jim wears color contacts. They're stunning, sure, but come on, accurate? And I happen to know tatty you wear support socks!" Dad said making everyone gasp, he was on a roll.

"I have phlebitis in my ankles!" Elliot said to us, sounded like excuses.

"All I'm saying is - -is what my daughter's asking for is wrong?" Dad said it wasn't at all.

"May I remind you all that this is the Westport Massacre! I'm sorry. This is the Chunky Soup Westport Massacre!" Elliot shouted I'm pretty sure that the Chunky Soup part wouldn't have been accurate either.

"I want to bring my inhaler." A man shouted.

"I want to wear my back brace." Another man said something was finally being changed.

"I'd like to bring a football to throw during down times." Someone else said, you see a difference needed to be made.

"Paul, get these men in line." Elliot shouted at Paul who walked over and put a sticker on him.

"Bang." He said to Elliot, I smiled.

"Oh, I die? I die? Okay, you know what dies with me? My Netflix password. Yeah, didn't think that one through, did you? Nope. No, un-die me!" Elliot said as him and Paul walked away that was finally over.

"Thanks, Dad." Taylor said to him with a smile.

"It was the right thing to do. Im sorry I didn't support you sooner." Dad said to her, he should've instead of supporting this.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think I actually get what you like about history." Taylor said to him, she did? What was it?

"You do?" Dad asked her.

"Yeah. Being a part of a mini revolution and standing up to a tyrant, it kind of helps me understand how those people really must've felt." Taylor said to him, there was no way she was enjoying this now.

"Aw, honey. I'm so proud of you for having the courage to stand up for what you believe in. And that you learned about the Revolution by yourself." Dad said to her with a smile, she smiled back.

"No, Dad. You learned it to me." Taylor said to Dad with a smile, that sentence made no sense.

"Actually, the proper- -you know what? Who cares? We learned it to each other." Dad said making Taylor chuckle. They then hugged. Once we got home, the three of us went upstairs.

"Oh, what's the celebration?" Dad asked Mom, Oliver and Cooper.

"I'm a free man. Mrs. Otto got Principal Albin to unsuspend me." Cooper said Dad, I quickly looked downstairs.

"I don't know what you did, but I'm glad your not suspended anymore." I said to him with a smile.

"Thanks Y/n." He said before I went back upstairs and went to call Javi about today. He was proud that I tried to give it a go but understood that I was different to my Dad and that it was fine for me to like history.