Jake was normally quite quick, but his boots were not exactly snow boots and not meant for snow, so he tripped and stumbled a bit. At least his blue knit hat kept the heat inside his body as much as it could and kept his ears warm. He always hated cold ears.

So as Rie ran, he couldn't catch up to her as fast as he could have on most days. "Jakey! How dare you use such a childish nickname on me..." He called out as he tossed the snowball, missing Rie.

A few more steps and he hurled his body forward, wrapping his arms around his friend and falling into a huge snow drift. So much for trying to keep himself out of the snow.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[[AHHH!!! haha, yes you is Ara!!!]]

Jacob had Rie pinned in the snow drift, their bodies hidden beneath the cold. He knew that he overpowered her with his height and weight, but all he could do was laugh as he looked down at his friend. Eyelashes kissed his cheeks several times as he simply stared at his friend...

Breath mingled with the air causing it to become visible, he had noticed before that his friend was uniquely beautiful, but seeing her vibrant orange hair haloing around her head in contrast to the pure white snow... his breath caught.

Then as if the world around them had stopped, he felt her lips on his own chilled petals. The bitter cold that he felt was soon replaced with a pleasant warmth that her embrace held for him as he returned the kiss, a hand caressing her cheek.

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

Johnathon hunched his shoulders closer together as the icy wind tried to blast through his coat. Slightly annoyed at her being right, he silently thanked his mom for pushing his heavy brown coat on him that morning. He usually preferred just sweatshirts, but today - his reviere was broken as a snowball whizzed past his face. Startled but laughing, John looked up to see Mr. Collins get one right in the kisser as two of his friends ran off the other way. Jake and Rie disappeared from sight in the tangle of pine trees.

"Jake! Hey, Jake! Come on, where'd you get to?" He called to his friend. Well, they were friends in a way. John tried to talk to the boy often, but it wasn't like they'd hung out every night or anything. Turning, he beckoned to Chase, beside him. "Think we ought to find them before they lose themselves in some Valley Forge hut?" He said with a grin.

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[[ Are they back in time yet? ]]

Jacob's heart beat wildly within his chest, never before had he been affected by a simple kiss like this before, but he wasn't sure if it was the cold enviroment or something more. It was probably best that he not think about it, knowing that if he had to think about it, he would find answers that he wasn't ready to accept. Not that he wasn't sure of himself and his feelings towards his friend Rie... she had been one of his first friends when he had moved to Gallagher High School. Her outgoing personality and uniqueness. It was something he missed from the Tampa lifestyle, that everyone was so diverse... it was just new feelings now and he would have to think soon... even Jake's thoughts were confusing.

The kiss felt like both forever, and yet not long enough, then their lips parted. "Rie...we should get out of the snow... I am pretty sure laying in snow is not going to be good with my attire..." He laughed softly as he reluctantly stood up off the warmth of Rie's body. Holding out his hand he helped his friend up, but he did not let go of said hand. It was then that he heard his name being called out...was that John?

The voice sounded quite distant actually, which confused him since him and Rie had not moved that far away from the rest of the group earlier. "Over here..." He yelled out, quite the genius statement of himself actually. Way to be descriptive, Jake...

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

[[Bumping just for fun ^^ to push to first page]]

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The waves that C R A S H E D upon
The R O C K S that you were trying to step along

And in my head I heard them play a S O N G

"Over here," John muttered. "Gee, how helpful. Not, 'over by this clump of trees,' or 'over under this hill,' but no, 'over here'." Yet there was a smile on his face as he wandered in the general direction of the voice. Man, they must have gone farther than I thought, he thought to himself after trekking for a while through the snow. The wind seemed to pick up out of no where, gusting around him and swirling flakes into small eddies around his feet. Out of no where, he stumbled upon Jake and Rie.

"I think we ought to be getting back. The weather seems to be changing and I doubt we'll be staying much longer," he said to them as he looked back the way he came.

[[I'm assuming we're in the past now..?]]

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[[ I will assume that you are in the past now. GW is coming in now
And here are a couple images...
http://www.britishbattles.com/images/valley-forge.jpg
http://www.vw.vccs.edu/vwhansd/his121/i ... yForge.jpg
http://www.calvinwlew.com/images/Prayer ... yForge.jpg
http://updatecenter.britannica.com/eb/i ... ndTypeId=4 ]]

Through the thickness of the blizzard, sounds of snow crunching was heard. If a personed listened closer, or squinted their eyes in the direction of the noise, they would be able to make out a white horse. A tall man sat upon this horse. His expression was grim. His army was currently camping in more than 1,000 huts back in the open Valley by the name of Valley Forge. Why was he not with them? Because he had so much on his mind that he had needed time to think alone.


This was George Washington. Yes, the George Washington who stood at six feet, two inches and weighed 175 pounds.

As George looked down at the ground with his cool blue-grey eyes, thoughts wandered through his mind. It had only been a month since they had arrived at the Valley, but already they were suffering. He did not know that they would have to last six months there, either. His entire army was poorly-fed, ill-equiped, and weary from all the marching. The clothing was inadequate as well, and already some of his army members were falling ill.

George looked up when he heard a noise however. It sounded like someone had yelled 'Over here.' Gently, the military leader guided his horse in a new direction. It hurt a little when he held the reins of the bridle - for his leather gloves were really worn down. He clicked his tongue at the roof of his mouth to urge his horse into an easy trot.

When he thought he was close enough, George slowed the horse down. With his hand he tightened the dark blue cloak which was around his lean and wiry , yet muscular frame - so that none of the red cloth lining inside was shown. Then, he adjusted his navy hat. He digged the heels of his black boots into the horses side so the horse was walking at a brisk walk.

"If anyone is out here please show yourself," George Washington yelled, his voice full of authority. He had stopped his horse by large snow drifts. "If you are British, I am armed and prepared to take you hostage. If you are American, I welcome you as a friend." He added in the same very loud voice.

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
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James stood at the edge of camp. He was cold, tired and hungry. His feet were also cold. To James this was very important. Cold feet, might mean forstbit or illness of some kind. He watch the woods around him. General Washington had left some time ago. James squinted his eyes watching what he thought was the General but was not sure. Should he tell someone that there was a figure, James changed his mind, the figure was moving away. James would watch and wait.

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[[ Thank you Aramel!! =) ]]


George Washington turned his head slightly when he heard some of his soldiers. Obviously, they had decided to follow him. They did that a lot. Claiming they were 'Protecting their leader.' At least they are doing their duty.

The horse's right hoof stamped impatiently on the ground. As soon as George turned his head back he was nabbed by a snow-ball. He raised his right hand and wiped all the snow off of his face.

When he saw a young lady rush forward his eyes narrowed slightly. "Answer the question miss." He ordered.

He then glanced at her outfit. What kind of dis-respectful lady is this? Running around in pants instead of a dress? And where is her husband? Many questions flooded Washington's mind. He would hold his tongue though, and interrogate her and the others back at camp. Then, he saw the other three students. They too were garbed in unusual attire.

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Chase a couple hearts, we could leave 'em in shreds
Meet me in the gutter, make the devil your friend
Just remember what I said, cause it isn't over yet

Get.Lost.In.The.Dark.To.Find.Yourself
-sig by Loafers-

Washington turned to look at the young lad who had spoken, "I no not what you speak of. This 'field trip,' as you call it is not what is going on. Now, answer the question." He stated.

"Are you loyal to the crown?" That was the most important question to ask right now. If they were loyal to the crown, he would take them as hostages. It wouldn't do to have the British wandering about.