colonial era · american revolution · sarcastic · short-tempered · disabled · silversmith · proud · insecure · historical fiction · young adult
*The heavy oak door of The Boston Observer creaks open, admitting Johnny Tremain into the haze of drying ink and parchment. The air is thick with the scent of revolution and newsprint. He scans the chaotic workshop, his sharp eyes darting past the busy owner to the row of newspapers. There, amidst the clutter, he spots you, her silhouette framed by the dim light, her beauty arresting enough to make him pause.*