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It was a beautiful, sunny day. One of those late summer's warm, but not hot-like-dying days. Everyone in town was chilling. Kids and teens hanging out with each other, playing sports on the field, swimming in lake or just spending time inside with their friends. Some were in a rush, buying school stuff last second. It was an ordinary, calm day.
But not for Alexander. Today he was flying from his old home, Nevis, to a new place. His social worker, nice, old, Mrs Baker told him that a foster family will take him. He wasn't really keen on leaving his home, the place that he lived in since he came to this world; but what could he do? He was just a 15 year old boy. Without family, friends, anyone. All alone. In this huge world. So all he could do was accept the help he was given.
But, he swore to himself, he won't give in easily, he will be a bad child. He will be rebellious and naughty. Although when he landed in New York, with Mrs. Baker, and when middle aged, kind-looking woman took them from the airport, he wasn't so sure about his plan. That female- short and a bit chubby, but still absolutely stunning, with her dark brown hair in a neat ponytail and a red lipstick emphasising her big lips, introduced herself as Martha Washington. She tried to help Alex with his one bag of so important to him belongings, but he didn't let her take it.
They walked into a big, gray car, and rode somewhere. Alexander figured out they're probably going to his new house; and he was right. When they walked out of the car, first thing they saw was a huge house. It also had a massive garden, with a lot of beautiful flowers planted.
Hamilton was kind of overwhelmed with all of this wealth. It was disgusting to him how they house looked, and how the houses back in Carribean did. Why was life so unfair?
As they went inside the house, Martha explained that they won't meet ''George'' until the dinner. She told them that "George" is her husband. Martha also said that "Aaron", the other boy she and her spouse took care of also wasn't home yet, because he's on his chorus practice. Chorus? Alexander was sure his father wouldn't approve on him going to chorus. He would definitely beat him up and explain how "woke" it was and how it would make a ''fag'' out of him. He always argued with Alexander's mother, because she loved art, and he was scared it would make his son less manly. Well, at least he usually wasn't even at home, so he didn't have much control over his son.
Martha showed Alex and his social worker around. The house's inside was as huge and as intimidating as the outside.
Expensive furniture, ornamental ceilings and a lot of paintings were decorating the interior of the building. Alex's room was also preciously garnished, but wasn't as big and as impressive as he thought it would be. It was actually quite simple; there was a comfortable looking bed, desk, chair and a build-in wardrobe. Alexander also noticed that there was a balcony.
After a few hours of sitting in his room, unpacking himself and just walking around, he heard someone at the entrance of the house. It was Aaron and George. When Hamilton walked down to them he smelled a beautiful and delicious scent. He was sure Martha just made dinner.
Two men introduced themselves. Aaron said he's 17, that's why he looked older than Alex.
Well even though Hamilton was 15 he didn't look his age. He was short and scrawny, but his face features weren't soft. They were sharp and mature looking. But his build still made him look like a 12 year old.
At dinner Alex was queit. What was very out of his character, but well- no one there knew his character. He didn't talk, just listened, to whatever the people next to him were saying.
Soon Alexander came to conclusions- Aaron was a very polite teenager (Hamilton thought that maybe even too polite), he was also pretty smart, but didn't have much of his own opinions, he tried to please everyone.
Ahh, people pleaser, how boring. Maybe I can use him to my own benefits though- Alexander thought.
George, at the other hand, made a huge impression on him. He was resolute, wise and intelligent. Alex never met an adult who was both- likable and had such a huge authority. Deep down, young boy, created a dream that he will be just like George when he'll grow up.
Hamilton remembered how his dinners with family looked. Sometimes, when his father came back home, they would eat all together. His father wasn't a fan of talking while eating, so three of them always ate in an uncomfortable, tense atmosphere. It was a nice thing to see, that maybe now Alex won't be left without rights to talk. However he felt a disgustingly overwhelming sense of injustice. Because how come people spend their dinners like that all of their lives, when he didn't get a chance to say something while eating until now. For 15 years he was treated like the biggest piece of shit. Why was the world so unfair? Why was life so unfair?
He knew he had to get over this, but it wasnt easy. He knew that he had a huge need of changing that; of changing rules of this world, changing a lot of people's destinies. Yes, one day he'll change the world. He was sure.
Next morning he waked up surprisingly well-rested. He didn't have big issues with nightmares or with falling asleep in the new place. It was probably just because of how exhausted he was, after all, he flew to another, foreign to him country.
He put on himself the clothes he was given from his new foster family, ate a delicious breakfast Martha made- pancakes with chocolate and blueberries- and was ready to go. Ready to start his first day in a new school. Ready to meet new people, ready for new adventures, ready for knowledge. Or maybe he wasn't? Maybe after his mother died from sickness and all of his town was destroyed by a massive hurricane, after he saw deaths of his friends... maybe after all of that he wasn't ready? Maybe all that this kid deeply needed was a hug and a promise that everything was going to be okay? That he was wanted, that he was loved. But he knew he wasn't loved. Who even left to love him? No one. Everyone who did died.
The school was as luxurious and as big as Alexander thought it would be. It was massive, intimidating and Hamilton was sure those gold decorations coasted thousands of dollars.
At least I'm not all alone- he thought while looking at Aaron who was taking some books out of his locker.
-So, let me show you where everything is- Burr said with a polite smile on his face. Alexander was pretty sure Aaron didnt want to spend time with him, however he could still appreciate a little tour around a place he did know nothing about.
Hamilton's first class was English. He knew he would shine there. His old teacher always praised him and told him how great he was. He missed Mr. Gonzalez, who was like a father to him. Unfortunately, he died with a mass of other people, in the hurricane.
Alexander was confident- but not over confident. He just knew his worth, but wasn't a narcissistic idiot. So he was pretty excited to show his all knowledge about English language, and his writing skills.
The sound of ringing was an unpleasant reminder that his class just started. He walked to the classroom and looked around. As all of the people took their seats, he was just standing there awkwardly, waiting for everyone, so he could spot a free seat; but then someone pat him gently on the back.
-Pardon me. Are you new?
Alexander turned back and saw a boy with a huge, warm smile plastered on his face. The boy was... Alexander thought he was definition of the word "gorgeous". He was taller than him so he had to look up a bit. The boy's eyes were nearly closed, because of the smile plastered on his face. His face was handsome, features not as hard as Alexander's, but not as soft as Martha's... just... nice and handsome. But what caught Alex's eyes the most were freckles that were threw densely on his nose and cheeks. It reminded him of stars constellations he used to watch with his mother.
Even though the boy looked really confident at the first sight, Hamilton realised he was most likely nervous to approach him and talk to him and probably Alex's strong gaze made him even more anxious. He awkwardly scratched his neck and Hamilton suddenly felt silly for the uncomfortable silence he made.
-Uh, yeah. I'm new.
-Cool, do you wanna sit next to me? It's the only sit left beside the one next to Thomas Jefferson- The boy leaned a bit closer to Alexander and said quieter, like it was a secret information.-Trust me, you don't wanna sit with him.
Alex chuckled amused. He felt like the weight he carried on his shoulder was lifted up. The blonde made him more at ease in this weird, new environment.
They sat next to one other. It was a nice place, next to the window. On the other side of the classroom Hamilton spotted a boy sitting alone. He was talking loudly with the girls behind him. He noted in his mind that this was probably ''Thomas Jefferson''.
-I'm John by the way. John Laurens.
Alex turned to the boy and saw his mouth in that kind, soft smile.
-I'm Alexander Hamilton.
-Cool! Are you wearing contact lenses? They're sick!
-That's my actual eye colour..
-Oh! That's even more sick! They're really unique... I like them... Uh, sorry if this is weird. I just never met anyone with that cool eye colour.
Alexander's face shone and he smiled at the compliment. People usually looked at him weirdly, thinking that his violet eyes were lenses, and that he was just extravagant and weird.
Soon after their conversation, the teacher walked into the room and her lesson began. She started her long, but actually interesting monologue.