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Together We're Whole
By Briana C.
age: 12
Arizona

It was Sunday and my twin sister, Savannah and I were eating lunch with our father, Paul Simons, when out of the blue, a man from our father’s silversmith shop came by.

“Paul Simons?” said the voice of John Trenton.

“John! My dear friend, and what are you doing here?” asked Father.

“Well it has come to my attention that Savannah and Samantha have not met my daughter,” replied Mr. Trenton.

“You have a daughter, Mr. Trenton?”

“Why yes! Her name is Hannah. Yes, she is quite the shy one. Hannah, come here honey.”

A girl quietly came in that was wearing a beautiful blue dress. She had short blonde hair that was tied up in a big blue ribbon.

“Hello Hannah. I love your dress,” I said excitedly.

“Thank you, Samantha,” she replied.

“Wow, how can you tell us apart? Did your dad tell you about Anna’s birthmark?” I asked in shock.

“Sam!” Savannah yelled.

Hannah started to giggle, and then laugh. Suddenly the whole room was filled with laughter.

“Oh my, you are so funny!”

“Good because we are staying here for a while. Mr. Simons and I need to talk about something,” replied Mr. Trenton. “Go on girls.”

We slowly crept towards the main room.

“What do you think he meant when he said that they needed to talk about something?” Hannah asked.

“I don’t know,” I answered. “Let’s find out.”

“We are having a meeting on Monday discussing what we are to do,” Mr. Trenton told Father.

“I’ll be there,” Father replied.

“Oh my goodness, we have to be a part of this!”

“And how do you suppose we do that Savannah? We’re just kids!” I said.

“Well, I’ll think of something, just watch. Hey maybe we could go to the meeting. You know, find a way to get in on the action. Then we can decide what to do,” Savannah whispered.

We all started thinking very hard and it was completely silent until Mr. Trenton said, “Girls, Hannah and I have to go home now.”

“Okay, Mr. Trenton. Bye Hannah,” Savannah and I said together.

“Bye,” she replied.

Once they left, Savannah and I went in for the kill. “Father what were you and Mr. Trenton talking about?”

“Oh nothing, I just have a meeting on Monday,” our father answered quietly.

“Oh, can we come?” I asked.

“No, but you may be able to serve punch and cookies.”

“Thank you Father!” Savannah said with joy.

We slowly left the room, smiling ear to ear.

When Monday finally came, we got up really early to go to the meeting. We quickly got dressed, ate breakfast, and said goodbye to our mother, Rachel Simons.

“Come on girls!” our father called as we rushed out of the door. “We mustn’t be late!”
Once we got to the meeting we saw Hannah sitting on a bench next to the front door talking with another girl. “Hello Hannah,” we said.

“Oh hello. Sam, Anna, this is Clare. Clare, these are the twins, Savannah and Samantha,” Hannah said with a huge smile.

“I’m Clare, Clare Montgomery.”

“Nice to meet you Clare, I’m Samantha and that’s Savannah, but you can call us Sam and Anna,” I said excitedly. “Are you serving punch also?”

“Oh yes,” she answered looking exited.

“Good!” Savannah said.

We stood outside the door for a long time until finally, a tall young boy came by. He started to enter the meeting room but stopped when he saw us.

“Hello. I’m Benjamin, Benjamin Stuarts. Are you serving the punch and cookies?” he asked us nicely.

“Yes. Why, are we not supposed to be here?” Savannah asked.

“Well it’s just that you were supposed to have served the punch awhile ago,” he said, taken aback by Savannah’s quick response.

“Oh well, let’s go then girls!” I said waking up from my daydream. We started picking up our things and going into the room when Benjamin pulled me back. He looked at me and I realized that he knew what we were up to.

“I could help you a lot you know.” Was what he slowly whispered in my ear. I couldn’t help it any more. I knew that he could help us from the start. Right then and there, I started telling him everything, from where we all lived to how we met. I just couldn’t help it. I just don’t know what came over me. By the time I was done talking to him, everyone had come back and they were all talking about what they had heard.

After the meeting ended, we all waved good-bye and went home, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that day. Savannah told me what they had put together and what they had planned with Benjamin’s help.

Everyone had decided that we would disguise ourselves as boys and get onboard a ship that everyone was supposedly going to get on and take something. (They couldn’t find out what.) After that, we would just follow whatever everyone else did.

That night, our father started dressing up like a Mohawk Indian. He gave us a hug and then he left. Once he was gone, we started dressing up also. When we were done, we crept outside.

“What do you think you girls are doing?” our mother cried. “You know you're not allowed outside without a chaperone!”

“Um… nothing Mother, just getting our coats from outside,” I answered nervously.

“Well then go get them, while I watch you, that is.”

We quickly went outside and grabbed our coats. Our mother then left the room. We decided to leave quickly so not to get caught. Once we got outside, Clare, Benjamin and Hannah were outside just like we had planned.

We started walking to where the ship supposedly was. When we finally stopped, we were at the ship. Everyone was slowly climbing the ship.

“Let’s go!”

“Yeah, let’s do this,” Hannah whispered.

We slowly got onboard the ship. Everyone was quickly breaking apart the boxes and throwing the tea overboard.

When we were done, we gave the keys to the captain and left. While we left, we saw a small group of people standing next to the ship. Suddenly a part of Hannah’s disguise came off and everyone almost saw that Hannah was a girl. Luckily we all ran home as fast as we could.

No one found out that we were on the ship that night, but we will never forget it. The five of us were ten when that happened, but now we are all twenty years old.

I am now married to Benjamin, who at the moment, owns a silversmith shop. I am also an aunt to Samantha Jackson, Hannah’s little girl. We have had so many other adventures here in Boston and many more to come, but we’ll never forget the Boston Tea Party!
 

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