WHEEE!!! I'm working on chapter 9 XD
When Priscila opened her eyes, she and Fairy, Rune, Nova, and Eliza were standing at the edge of a town.
“AHHH!” Priscilla turned around and saw Eliza, who was wearing an unusual dress. “WHEN DID I GET THIS?!” she demanded. Priscilla looked down at her clothes. They were the same as Eliza’s.
“It’s true.” Nova murmured. “We DID travel back in time.” Eliza stopped messing with her dress.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Well, look at us!” Nova said. “We’re wearing 18th century clothes!”
“You mean we’re in the thirteen American colonies?!” everyone exclaimed. Nova nodded.
“We’re dressed like most girls did in the 1700s.” Nova said.
“You can say that again.” Eliza said. She bent over, fiddling with her skirt. “At least we’re not dressed like the rich people were.” She made a gaging noise. “If I had to wear a corset, I’d die.”
“Agreed.” Rune said.
Priscilla studied her dress. It was made of light blue calico, a fabric often used at that time for dresses, with brown boot-like shoes and some thin petticoats underneath. She was wearing a calico bonnet, as was everybody else. Eliza’s was a normal blue, darker than Priscilla’s. Rune’s was reddish-brown. Nova’s was a very dark blue, and Fairy’s was pinkish-red-brown.
“You should keep that bonnet on, Priscilla.” Rune advised. “In the 1700s, girls never cut their hair short, and it definitely wasn’t pink.” Priscilla nodded.
“And we can’t use words like ‘okay’ and ‘sure’.” Nova added.
“Why not?” Eliza asked.
“They aren’t words that were used like that until at least the 1850s, maybe even later.” Nova explained. “Words they used here are shan’t for shouldn’t, very well or alright for okay, may instead of can, that kind of stuff.” Everyone nodded. “And we need different names. Nobody around here would have the name Fairy, Nova, or Rune.”
“What about me and Priscilla?” Eliza asked.
“Priscilla and Eliza, which is a nickname for Elizabeth, are common names around here. You guys are fine.” Nova said. “I’ll call myself Nellie, for Eleanora.” She said.
“I’ll be Ruby.” Rune said.
“And I’ll be Fanny.” Fairy said.
Pricilla’s hand felt under her bonnet. “Hey!” she exclaimed then she pulled off her bonnet. Long, brown hair tumbled down her back in two thick braids and stopped at her waist.
“That’s incredible!” Rune and Nova exclaimed at the same time. “Something changed not just your clothes, but your hair, too!”
“I still wish it were pink.” Priscilla said. She put her hair up and twisted it, so it became a bun, then put her bonnet back on. “Why do you think we’re here?” she asked.
“I think we’re here to stop Paul Revere from dying!” Eliza said courageously.
That sounds like me when I was 12. Priscilla thought, grinning inwardly.
“That’s a pretty tough goal.” Rune said.
“It’s simple!” Eliza said. “First, we have to go to Boston!”
“We don’t even know where WE are!” Nova exclaimed.
“We’ll ask!” Eliza said. She walked down the street, the other four girls hurrying to catch up with her without running. “Excuse me, sir,” Eliza said, talking to a man sweeping the steps of his shop. “Could you perhaps tell us where we are and the date?”
“You’re in Roxbury, Massachusetts, miss.” The man said. “And it’s the 13th of April, 1775.”
“Thank you kindly.” Eliza said, curtsying, then walking away to the other girls.
“How did you…?” Priscilla asked.
“I LOVE history.” Eliza said simply. “You don’t think I DIDN’T read about how people acted?”
“Fair enough.” Priscilla said, shrugging.
“Guys, we need cover.” Nova said.
“What do you mean?” Rune asked.
“I mean, what do we say if someone asks us our last names?” Nova explained. “We also need an answer to who are parents are if they ask, and where we live.”
“We’ll say we’re sisters,” Fairy suggested, “and we’ll all agree on a last name.”
“What about Dragonheart?” Eliza asked hopefully.
“Not a chance.” Nova said. “Nobody here would have that as a last name.”
“What about…” Priscilla racked her brain for a name. “Schuyler?”
“No.” Nova shook her head. “The Schuylers were, or ARE, as I should say, a rich family in New York. If we said our last name was Schuyler, they would think we were Philip Schuyler’s daughters.”
“Why is that so bad?” Priscilla asked.
“Because he already has kids.” Eliza piped up. “Angelica, Elizabeth, and Marguerite, or Peggy… and William, I think.” Everyone stared at her. “What? I like Hamilton.” She shrugged.
“We’ll call ourselves Mercaina, because it seems like a name that would fit here.” Nova said. “All in favor?”
All the girls raised her hand.
“It’s agreed.” Rune said. Then the five girls continued walking on the road. This time, it was Rune who asked a man a question. “Sir, how far be it to Boston?” she asked.
“Quite a ways, lassie.” The man replied. “If you want to get there before sundown, I suggest you go that way.” He pointed down the road.
“Thank you,” Rune said. Then she hurried to catch up with the others. “We need to go this way.” She said.
“How far?” Nova asked. Rune shrugged.
“Until we reach Boston.” She said.
This is gonna be fun. Priscilla thought.