Tegan's writing

Tegan has been participating in an amazing grammar and writing program this year. This program is made even more incredible by his tutor (AKA - Daddy) who is able to make the most boring of subjects very entertaining. Tegan diagrams many different sentences and knows more about English grammar than most college graduates at this point. He also gets the opportunity to learn how to write using some very fun assignments from Institute for Excellence in Writing. He's worked on poems, factual writings and now a story, which has been his favorite since a little more creativity goes into it. This is his latest writing sample.



Rebellion in Boston
Tegan Truitt November 2008


It was December 16th, 1773 and even though the air was frigid, the slushy streets of Boston were crowded with people. Not much could be heard over the din of the throng. In this mass of people was young Marcus. He heard from his brother, Steven, who belonged to the Sons of Liberty, that there would be much commotion that night. Marcus knew it concerned the three majestic ships docked in the harbor. Apprehensively, the cold boy waited for the great excitement to begin.

As he stood there, Marcus pondered the recent turn of events. The ships in the harbor were loaded with tea on which the king had demanded a tax to be paid. The colonists refused to bow to this demand by not purchasing the delectable English tea. Despite the fact they risked getting arrested they told the ship owners to return the tea to England. Contrarily, the governor, who would not let them sail, stubbornly insisted that the tea must be unloaded by midnight.

Marcus was jolted back to the present by a startling sight. A procession of “indians” strode by. As they neared Marcus, he recognized Steven and realized they weren’t “indians,” but Sons of Liberty. “Why are they dressed up in those barbaric outfits?” he wondered. He would soon know. Quietly, the indians, who stealthily infiltrated the ships, began unloading the crates of tea right into the harbor! Splash!

At that moment an intoxicated, oblivious British guard approached. Steven and his friends watched him board. Frantically, Steven jumped into a partially smashed crate. The guard ambled over and decided the crate was unacceptable in its condition, and he tossed it overboard. Steven held his breath. He endeavored to escape. The crate sank deeper. Suddenly, it struck a rock and cracked open. Steven madly swam for the surface. Trembling with cold and fear he hauled himself ashore. What a sight! Fragmented crates floating in a salty sea saturated with tea. The colonists had spoken and “Taxation without Representation” would not be tolerated!