Virginia: A Williamsburg Tale - Part 2

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping on the slim trees of the governor’s green. The sun looked like a golden slice across my face.  It looked liked it was going to be another hot Virginia day.  I sat up, rubbing my sleepy blue eyes and peered across the room.  Something made me feel different like something bad was going to happen today.  I jumped out of bed, got dressed and ran downstairs to the kitchen.  Right when I was about to take a shiny red apple I heard a loud knock at the door.  I slowly walked over and opened the door.  My friend Annabella grabbed my arm and dragged me all the way to her house.

We ran up the stairs of her house and into her bedchamber.  Then I tried to slip my wrist out of her grip.  Finally she let go.  “Why were you holding onto my arm so tightly” I questioned her.

“I have something to show you,” she yelled excitedly.  “Wait right here I will go grab it from downstairs.”

As Annabella came to the place where she had to turn to get down the rest of the stairs, she heard her father say, “Harry punched another boy today.” Annabella gasped under her breath.  “Annabella let him out of her sight again.  So now she has to watch him all the time.”  Her father boomed at her mother, “I will also pay that that Getty girl to keep an eye on him.”

By what Annabella just overheard, she almost screamed, “No! I will not look after my brother and my best friend Virginia Getty will not keep on eye on us not even if she gets paid.”  But she quietly turned around and walked up the stairs.

“Virginia may I stay at your house tonight?” Annabella asked.  Her usually beautiful face was covered with red blotches and tears were rolling down her cheeks. 

“Of course,” I said. 

Then Annabella ran over to me.  While she was hugging me tightly she said, “Thank you.”  Annabella gathered her things in a cloth bag and said, “Let’s go out the window.”  We climbed out the window and into the bustling streets of Williamsburg.

“I know a quicker way to my house,” I said.  We started down the Duke of Gloucester Street.  We stopped at a big opening surrounded by trees and tall plants.

“Do you really know where you are going?” Annabella asked.

“Yes, here is a path that should lead us to the woods by the governor’s green,” I said.  Taking the path we finally arrived at my house.  Annabella bolted into my room and onto my bed.

Then she cupped her hands and placed her face on them.  Annabella looked at her cloth bag, leaning against her pillow and opened it.  She got up holding seven dresses, seven shifts and four aprons.  Then she got out two pairs of shoes, two ear caps, six pairs of socks and six garters.  She shoved them all into my empty drawer on the very bottom of my dresser.  “Why are you unpacking so much for one night?” I asked. 

To be continued....