(A/N) OH MY GOOD GILLY GOSH SOMEONE HAS ACTUALLY READ MY STORY. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

After a week of staying with the Melwills, you are ready to continue in your adventure. So during dinner, you let your hosts know of your plans. Mr. Melwill, or Teddy, agrees that he can drive you into town tomorrow morning. Samantha looks sad, but she covers it by asking about what you're planing on doing.

The next morning, bright and early, you stand the door in a clean dress and holding your bag. Mrs. Melwill made you a dress this week, so at least you have a change of cloths. Elisabeth and Marybeth are not awake yet, so you give Samantha the little Polly Pocket dolls you brought with you to give to the girls. Always carry Polly Pockets around. You never know when you may need it.

Samantha pulls you in for a hug. She hug her back, and slip a letter in the back of her apron thanking her for her generosity. Samantha hands you a cheese sandwich and potatoes wrapped in some paper and tells you, "Be safe!"

You climb into the carriage seat next to Teddy. "Ready?" he asks. "Ready!" you say. He flicks the reins, and off you go into the next part of your colonial adventure.

After an hour and a half, you are driving down the main street of a small town. You feel as if you are in a movie when you look at the late 1700s styled architecture.

You grab onto your armrest when the carriage comes to a sudden stop. Noticing your startled face, Teddy chuckles and says, "Still are used to riding in a buggy, huh?" You playfully glare at him, them startle him by giving him a big bear hug. As you pull away, you have to remind yourself that you are not hugging your grandpa. There is such a huge resemblance.

You grab your bag, thank Mr. Melwill one more time for his hospitality, and jump down from the carriage. "Be careful (Y/N)!" he calls after you. You wave and shout, "Don't worry Teddy, I'll be fine!"

You look around at the different shops, and suddenly something catches your attention. Down the street there are men receiving their uniforms, then rolling off in a wagon to go fight in the revolution.

You had thought about joining the revolution. But that was a dumb idea because:
-You are a girl. And women are not allowed to fight in the revolution.
-It is dangerous. You can get killed.
-...
Actually, you can't think of another reason why. Considering the possibilities, the good and the bad that can happen, you can not think of another reason why you shouldn't join the revolution. You can be a modern day Mulan! Except for it being 1779. It can't be too hard to join. And haven't there been other women who joined? Even for a short amount of time, it won't damage your reputation. You have all the time in the world to stay here, and can leave anytime you want. After you fix your time machine.

What would you need to do to join? You could write a letter and wait a few months for a special position. But that will take months and you will be taking a big chance, considering you might not be accepted. Who needs a special position immediately anyways? Perhaps you can just join as an ordinary soldier, and work your way up? That will work.

"How am I going to disguise myself?" you think to yourself, working through a list of questions. You need a way to tie your hair up, and a uniform. Looking around the busy street, you notice a small shop that has women in gowns walking in and out. This might work.

You walk up to one of the ladies who obviously works here. She gazes down at your plain dress as you ask, "Excuse me ma'am, but where can I get a comb? Or something to pin my hair up with?" "Follow me," she answers, a little curtly.

She brings you to a shelf covered with an assortment of combs, pins, and clips. It's a hard choice, all of them are beautiful. But after considering what you need, you find the perfect clip. It holds your hair flat on your head, and is invisible when it's in correctly. "How much is this one?" you ask. "Five dollars, but are you sure about that one miss? This one has more extravagant engravings, and is only one dollar more." You shake your head and answer, "This one is exactly what I'm looking for."

After paying for the clip, you put your hair up. Now, all you need is a hat to cover it up, and you'll look almost just like all of the men joining the war. You need a uniform, but how are you going to get that? You look at all the young men rushing for the wagon to take them off to the camp. You see one of has a bundle of...clothes in his hand? Yes, he doesn't have a uniform on, so he is definitely holding it. Doing the conversion in your head, you realize how much ten dollars would be now. Maybe that will work...a little bribery.

You wander up to one of the young men and ask, "Excuse me, but I really REALLY need that uniform. Is there any possible way for me to have it, sir?" in your best damsel in distress voice. He smiled at you and ran his hand through his hair. "I don't know, I really need this. Why would you need this?" he asks. Oh boy. Don't answer questions, just get the uniform. How much money? Ten? Fifth teen?

"I will give you money for it. Here-" you reach into your bag, pulling out 15 dollars, "I will give you 15 dollars for the uniform." His eyes widened at the sight of the money, and he answered, "I...sure. Here, uh, take it." You praise yourself for talking to someone close to your size, and run into an alley. You hope that nobody noticed you go in, and pull on the outfit. The shirt is baggy enough that it hides your chest, and the pants actually fit really well. You look at your reflection in a puddle, and unfortunately, you are actually a very convincing man.

"I need one more thing..." you think as you look at your reflection. That's it! Grabbing the dark eyeshadow from your bag, you put on enough to have the shadow of a mustache and beard. Perfect!

You march up to one man who is checking off something on a list as each soldier hops onto the wagon. "Name?" he asks, without even glancing up. "Ummm..." you say. That's what you forgot. A name. Your mind jumps to Mark Twain for some reason. But Mark might not be a common or convincing name, besides, what if some of these men live to read Mark Twain's books? Samuel Clemmings? No, the name might be around. "So, what is it?" the man asks, clearly annoyed. "Samuel. Samuel Twain," you answer. Nice one!

"If you are ready to leave now, the next wagon departs in ten minutes," he says. You excitingly jump up onto the wagon. You did it! You are joint the revolution, you little rebel.

By the time you get to the camp, it's almost midnight. You are sharing the tent with three other boys, Ernest Fonce, Benjamin Porto, and John Frank. But you don't even greet them as you stumble inside and collapse onto your cot.