Author's Note: Hey! This is my first *posted* work here on FictionPress. I'm looking forward to seeing critique from more experienced writers! This story takes place in Acadia, around the time that Acadians were being deported to The Colonies. I tried to learn as much as I could about Acadia and the deportation before starting, and I hope you like the story.

The stories will be told from third person perspective, following the Chauvet family.

In my brief studying of Acadia, I learned a bit about some customs of those people. At the end of every chapter I'll have a footnote section, so you can see what something means.

Thank You,

Saran~

November 19th, 1775

"Come along, Jude!"

The brown haired girl took her sister's hand and opened the door. A cold wind shook their dresses and coats. "Aline, don't we need a bucket?" The younger girl looked up with her big green eyes.

Aline stopped, letting go of her sister's hand. "I suppose so. But we need to ask Mother, and I don't think she'll want us going out alone."

The Chauvet family resided on the edge of the woods. Only a bit of a walk away was the fields, shared with neighbors and other members of the town. If you could call it that anyway. Their family was known somewhat well in the community. Johnathon Chauvet, the father of the household, was the last of 6 children to wed. And being third eldest, he was the one who had to dance in the hog trough an extra three times. (1)

Inside the home, the two girls trekked around for a few moments. Their father was already out at the fields probably, working with the oxen for the last few times or baling more straw for the community shed. (2) Finally, the girls noticed their mother. Their mother, with her unusually dark hair and green eyes, was one of the most beautiful women in the village, or perhaps all of Acadia. She was rocking the young Denise, who seemed to be sound asleep.

"Mommy!" Judith wandered over, careful not to make anymore noise. Her mother held a clay pipe between her teeth, her green eyes surrounded by dark, deep circles from years of staying up late into the night. Mrs. Chauvet glanced down at Denise, tightened the blanket surrounding her and looked at her children.

"Aline is taking me out to get berries, and we need a bucket." Judith said, reaching out to stroke Denise's head. Her mother swatted her hand away, then reached up to take the pipe from her mouth. She blew out a bit of smoke and coughed a little bit. (3)

"I wish I could join you, but Denise might have the chills. There's a bucket in the tool shed behind the garden. I want you back here as soon as you are done. And I do NOT want you visiting the fields." The woman looked hard into her eldest daughter's eyes. Aline nodded, realizing how serious her mother was being. "Do you want me to start you a fire before we leave? It's a little bit cold out today." Her mother shook her head. "I have my blankets. We need to save the wood for the snow."

Moving in the shadows of houses, the two girls were filling the bucket.

"Aline, why are we moving in the shadows? It's colder here!" Judith asked, shivering behind one of the homes. Aline plucked a few more berries and smiled.

:That's all we need, Jude. Now, be very quiet."

Aline put her finger to her mouth and picked up the bucket. Judith followed her quietly. They rounded the homes, until Aline stopped. Judith bumped into her, bouncing backwards onto her backside. "

"Okay, Jude. I need to run for just a minute. Take the berries."

Aline placed the bucket next to her sister and hurried off, picking up her skirt so she could run. Aline loved to run, but she rarely found time between helping her mother and doing her chores. She stopped at the fence, leaning over breathlessly. One of the boys turned around, and started to grin.

"Hey there, Linny." He looked around to make sure no one was watching and stepped over to the fence. "Good Afternoon, Patrick." She smiled as Patrick innocently twirled a lock of her light brown hair. "Beautiful, as always." He looked into her dark brown eyes as her face turned into a flushed pink. " You haven't changed a bit. And you know we can't..."

Patrick looked hurt as Aline pulled back. "Why? Remind me." He frowned. Aline looked around, as if she would appear out of nowhere. "You know as well as I do that Louise is my friend. And..." Patrick leaned over the fence. "And...? And what?"

Aline smiled ruffling his hair. "I have to go. If my Father sees me, I'm leaving town." She turned on her heel and disappeared behind the houses again.

Judith was munching on the berries when Aline returned. "You like Patrick, don't you?" She asked, not missing a beat. Aline frowned, a small growl escaping her throat. She snatched the bucket from her sister's dirty fingers. "Do not, you bug. Louise does. You know as well as I do that she's trying to prove herself worthy of a proposal."

Later that night, the family was sitting down for dinner. A roasted chicken was being cut by Mr. Chauvet. Mrs. Chauvet was tending to Denise. Olivier Chauvet, the eldest in the family at age seventeen, was just coming in the door from the general store. Aline and Judith were already seated, grinning as the chicken was served.

A few minutes after the meal had started, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it." Olivier said, dusting off his pants and turning around. Olivier was looking forward to meeting a particular woman who lived in a different colony. Perhaps this was her.

Minutes passed. Olivier returned. His goofy smile was gone. "What's wrong, Olivier?" Mr. Chauvet asked, looking up at his song. Olivier put the letter on the table. Immediately, Mr. Chauvet stood up.

"Olivier and I must be traveling on to meet a Major Handfield."

Mrs. Chauvet looked up with wide eyes. "Why? Surely you or Olivier can stay home!" But Olivier shook his head.

"It didn't say. We've been assembled though. And we have to leave tonight if we want to make it without a fine of some sort."

But perhaps a fine would have been better than what was going to happen.

Footnotes -

Hog Trough Dance (1) – In Acadian culture, families tried to marry in order from eldest to youngest. If a younger sibling were to marry before one or more older siblings, each of the siblings older than the Bride or Groom would have to dance in a hog trough, much to the delight of everyone.

Straw for the Community Shed (2) – Most families in Acadia had gardens of some sort. In some towns, families would each have a shed to store things such as turnips, potatoes, and other crops they grew. In other towns, they had a community shed where everyone stored their food. Straw and Hay was usually used to cover the food and keep it fresh. They also kept bales of them just in case.

Mrs. Chauvet Smoking (3) – In Acadia, both Men and Women had the right to smoke. Most pipes were made of clay that was imported or traded, but some used the local red clay deposits.