The Spy

The Spy
Introduction
This story is the tale of my family, the Roberts. It takes place during a very important time, the American Revolution. The main characters in this story are Nicholas: my father, Bella: my mother, Arabella: my twin sister, and I, Adalissa. Mostly my sister and I are referred to as Ara and Lissie. There is also another family member, however, as they are a great surprise to Ara and I, they shall remain unnamed for now. This story takes place in February 1776, just after the battle at Moore’s Creek Bridge in North Carolina. Ara and I were 15 at the time. Please read on and enjoy this tale full of courage, adventure, and a spice of comedy.

The Spy


One cold winter night my twin sister Arabelle and I were fast asleep in bed. Suddenly the bedroom door flew open and our mother Bella Roberts rushed in. “Girls,” she panted “hurry, get up and pack, you have to hurry, the patriots are coming to attack us, we must flee!”Ara and I were already out of bed and dressing, then packing quickly as we could. Mother helped us, talking the whole time. “Here, take a couple of hair ribbons and an extra dress, I’m glad you put on work dresses. And don’t forget a hair brush!! I managed a smile at Ara. No matter what the situation, Mother was still Mother. “Oh and here,” her voice softened, “take this.” I looked over towards her from across the room where I was putting a watch with a mirror on the back into the basket we were packing in.
“Oh, Mother” cried Ara.
Mother was holding a necklace. The necklace was very special to Mother. It was oval-shaped with a man and a woman on it, who were made to look like Mother and Father. They were walking and holding hands. However, it also had two chains spaced evenly, for the necklace was two separate pieces that hooked together on the back. So when you unhooked it, the man and woman’s hands unclasped.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because, girls” Mother replied sadly, undoing the clasp on the back, “your father and I must separate from you. It is us that they are after, especially your father. Lissa, you and Ara will be safer if we go opposite ways.” She walked over to where the basket was on the dresser and put the father side into it. “I’ll keep the side with me on it, so I’ll always remember my two brave daughters. And, if anything ever happens to your father and me, we want you to carry on his work best you can.”
“Alright” Ara and I whispered together.
The work. Our father, Nicholas Roberts, was a strong patriot and a spy for George Washington, himself. Then why, you might ask, were we afraid of patriot soldiers? And why were they coming in the first place? Well, you see, our father never told Washington who he really was. He always signed his letters, “A Friend of the Cause”.
Suddenly, we could hear shouts in the distance.
“Hurry, girls, get dark-colored cloaks and follow me.” We grabbed the chosen cloaks and followed her outside. “Now, I want you to go to your Grandmother Roberts’ house. That way,” She pointed to her left. “hurry, girls, go.” She turned to the right and slipped into the woods that way.
Ara and I looked at each other, then went into the woods the opposite way mother had gone. In the distance we could hear a quiet call.
“Don’t forget to brush your hair!”We giggled and began our trek.