Charlotte

I watched nervously as the old medic wrapped up Delilah's arm. I had been biting my nails and tapping my foot for the past fifteen minutes. How could anyone in their right mind shoot a young girl? At that, she was a girl who had a life, a family, even a few friends.

“Charlotte!” I looked at the sound of my name. “Stop biting your nails, you’ll turn them to nubs,” my mom said, trying not to show her worried face. The old woman patted Delilah’s head and walked to Delilah’s mother. She whispered something to her and walked out of the bakery. I wondered why she was so quiet, yet social at the same time. I stood up immediately and walked over to Delilah. We looked at each other for a good moment then hugged. I quickly pulled away. 

“You are a lucky one. I would have killed you if you weren't already injured.” I said to Delilah. She did her classic giggle. 

“I have a feeling that you might be the one that’s going to die today.” She looked over at Rose. “She's been giving you the death glare since you got back.” I sighed and remembered her ripped dress. I knew how this would work; Rose would tell our mother that, “Charlotte ripped my dress!” Then I’ll have to sew her a new one.  

“Charlotte, these dishes aren't going to wash themselves!” Mother yelled at me. I would never understand my mother. She brushed off the worst of the worst. I mean, my best friend had just gotten shot with a bullet and Mother wanted me to do the dishes?! I stood up and got to scrubbing the dishes.  

That night, I fell asleep on the floor next to my mother. I really wish that our house had more than one bed. But we had a wounded guest today, so Delilah got to pick where she slept. I got up from the small corner where I slept and walked outside. I sat on the steps to my small home. I could smell fire and sweat.

I winced at the gross combination of scents. I looked to my right, left, then in front of me. American soldiers were walking towards the meadow, fully armed. Before I could warn the soldiers of the trap that they were getting themselves into, redcoats began running towards the American soldiers.