Awesome Group of Awesomeness (AGA) discussion

Hey guys!! Sorry that I haven’t been too regular with these. I now have a mod who will be doing them for me so they will be actually happening haha. But here’s this weeks:

Write a story based on a historical event.

Be creative!! It can be pretty much anything and everything under the sun, and it can be super vague even, haha. Okay I hope you guys enjoy!!!

I’m terrible with weekly challenges, but this one sounds so fun! I hope I find time to do it.

Don’t think of it as a challenge, or something you have to do!!! It’s just a fun thing that anyone can do at literally any time!! Don’t feel pressured to do it!

I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath. I opened them again and put my hand on the gate. It looked old, so it would probably be noisy. Chances were they had an animal of some sort - probably a dog.
Once people began to notice their property was going missing, they decided that some protection was due.
I should be able to avoid trouble if I run to the house and climb the walls. This was one of those convenient houses with the uneven brick walls. If I climbed the exterior then I would be out of reach of any animals, and I would have an easy ticket to the upstairs window.
I slowly pushed the gate open, wincing as it creaked. Hopefully the wind would muffle it.
The second the gate was open wide enough that I could enter, I slipped through and made a beeline for the house, the sound of my running silenced by the overgrown grass. I reached it, hoisting myself up onto the uneven stone. After I was at least six feet off the ground I paused in my climbing, allowing myself thirty seconds to catch my breath.
I began to climb again, not stopping until I reached the nearest window. When I reached it, I peered inside.
It looked like it was a room belonging to a child. There were light pink curtains lining the windows, and a large canopied bed.
These people must be loaded, I thought with excitement. I had been avoiding this house for two years, because it was so close to my own, and I was too worried that I would get caught. But oh boy, was I missing out.
The family probably had deep ties. Very deep. This was 1936. Nobody was this rich. The Great Depression, as we called it, made sure of that. Probably home to some banker who profited from everyone else’s money.
I wondered what they had inside the house. I imagined everything was made of the most expensive of materials. I thought of the face my mother would make if she woke up to find a whole loaf of white bread on the porch.
This had been our little game for years. She could never know that I snuck out almost every week to bring home food for her. She had no idea that the mystery person who left food regularly at our porch was me. No, she’d never approve.
But we were one of the more unfortunate families. With eleven children, no father running the house, and a mother who couldn’t even make it out of bed some days, I was left to figure out how to provide for everyone. But nobody wanted the scrawny fifteen-year-old kid to do their chores. They could easily find other people to help them with that.
So I did this. It had worked out really well at first. But in a small town, word gets around. While nobody had suspected me, people did begin to be more alert. It wasn’t as easy as it used to be. But I had to do it nonetheless. I wouldn’t sit back and watch my younger siblings slowly starve to death.
I sucked in a quiet breath, and with its release, I lightly nudged the window, evaluating just how loose it was. Even with my slight push, it gave a little.
I grinned. Too easy. Much too easy.
Opening it the rest of the way, I slipped inside, closing it quietly, lest the draft wake anyone up.
Well, that was the idea, anyway. But ideas don’t always work out.
I turned around, ready to go explore the rest of the house, when I heard a startled cry. I jerked my head in the direction of the bed, straining my eyes to see through the dark.
“We have dogs!” A shrill voice squealed. Yep. Definitely a kid’s room.
I didn’t move, partly because I didn’t want to startle them into shouting again, partly because I had no idea what I would do even if I did move. I had not planned for this to happen.
“Hey,” I tried, putting as much calm into my voice as I could. “Uh, how you doin’?”
The child started crying, and my heart raced. Great. Might as well start calling for the sheriff.
“Who are you?” they said through the tears. “Please don’t hurt me.”
My heart lurched. I couldn’t tell if the child was a girl or boy, but it didn’t matter. Because all they saw was a scary person who just climbed through their window.
“Okay,” I said slowly. “How about we make a little deal? I’ll leave right now, and you promise to never tell anyone about this. Ever. Deal?”
The kid just wailed louder.
You know what? New plan. I needed to get out of there.
I had just turned and was opening the window when I heard an ominous clicking sound, followed by a gruff, raspy voice.
“And just where do you think you’re going, kid?”
I froze. After a couple of seconds, I worked up the nerve to turn around. Standing in the doorway was a huge man. And he was pointing a gun directly at me.
“What’s your name, kid?” he grunted.
I tried to keep my voice even, but it shook anyway. “Thomas,”
The man grunted again. “Ah, you’re Hilary’s kid. Well, son, we are gonna have ourselves a nice long talk.”