10Hello there. I know I'm late but I want to write a Hamilton story so what the heck. For those who do not know what Hamilton is, it is an amazing musical brought by Lin-Manuel Miranda about the life of one of America's founding fathers, Alexander Hamilton. Of course the characters do not belong to me.
I may or may not have some grammar errors. English it's not my first language, but I'll do my best.
Hope you like this story.
-Flashback begins-
Third Person's POV
She shivered violently in the humid room as she looked at her twelve year old son cry. Her heart aching at the sound of every sob that left her infant's mouth.
"Alexander...please don't cry"
"M-m-mom" the small boy was a sobbing mess seeing his mother bed-ridden, so deep in ten shades of agony. A sight that no child deserves to see.
"Will you do something for me dear?" She asked ignoring the unimaginable headache that threaten to push her off her limits.
"Y-yes, mom whatever you need" Alexander replied.
"Alex promise your mother that you will always cherish the things you have whether they are big or small and also cherish the people around you... Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory" she said her voice getting weaker by each second.
The small boy nodded. "I-I promise mom"
She smiled. Her face was pale, her lips dry, but even in the unbearable pain her sad smile never left her mouth. Maybe to somehow comfort her son. Or maybe to make this moment easier for herself. We might never know.
"Your mom loves you Alex, I'm sorry I have to leave you so soon, I wish I could have seen you grow up. I will miss you" she said, her voice becoming raspy.
He held her hand as tight as he could "Don't say that mom, y-you will be okay, please don't leave me"
She caressed his cheek with her shaky hand. Her brown eyes that once sparkled with life and beauty expressed nothing but sadness and sickness."I love you Alexander..." and with those four words she died in front of his eyes.
-End of Flashback-
Alexander's POV
"ARRGHH-" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Inmediately I checked my surroundings finding myself in my neatly organized bedroom.
I sighed in relief. Then dried the tears on my eyes that threaten to spill.
It was a just nightmare.
I stretched my arms and legs so my tense muscles would relax.
I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember. The moment my mother died... I wish I could erase that memory from my head. That horrible memory that distorted the image of my mother's delicate self.
She was a beautiful woman senteced to live a miserable life and die in horrible conditions. Death wasn't kind. I knew that. It snatched where it could, taking people who were far too young, far too good. It didn't pretend to care, it didn't pretend to distinguish. Death doesn't discriminate between the sinner and the saints it just takes and it takes and it takes.
The hooded vale of death had hung over the world for a long time, always threatening. It had sometimes touched me quite so close. Death had ripped away a part of me, the part of me that was most loved.
Now I would sit staring for hours. My face sunken and haunted, my mind cold and empty. The more the years went on, the more my town seemed to become like me. Many were snatched away, and those that were left would wish it was them. The world had gone cold, because of the plague that was death. That's why I left that horrible place.
I'm not proud of where I come from and I never will. I'm always hiding my past, making sure nobody finds out more than what I show about me. I wasn't always this way though. I really tried to accept my past and move on but nobody seemed care or try to accept me for who I am. Well it kinds of make sense because nobody likes a... how do people call me? Oh right, a 'Bastard, orphan, son of a whore'. I hated those people so much for judging me based on my family background. And even more for calling my mother a whore.
I stopped explainning myself to them when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.
Anyway, today is my first day attending to King's College. One of the most prestigious colleges in New York City. You may be wondering, how come an orphan immigrant out of nowhere is today about to attend to this top college? Well, the thing is, I'mma smart ass. I problably shouldn't brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. I've got a lot of brain but no polish.
An important person with influence recognized my exceptional qualities and gave me a scholarship to King's College plus enough money to get out of the shitty place I come from and go to the 'big apple'. New York City.
I'm actually excited about it. A new beginning in a new country where nobody knows me. Sounds refreshing to me.
Another thing you should know about me is that since I was a kid I've always been interesed in politics and law. The moment I stepped on New York I promised myself I'll protect my mother's legacy by becoming a successful lawyer.
I also love writting. In my head writting is an exploration, in which you start from nothing and learn as you go. It pretty much describes my situation, me starting with nothing but a piece of paper and a pencil, then receiving a scholarship to a famous college. I know that whenever I feel bad or my mood is kind of blue, I can always rely on writting.
After I was fully awake I took a quick shower then put some clothes on, a simple blue shirt with black jeans, nothing too fancy yet comfortable. I drank my usual cup of coffee with a piece of bread. Enough to satisfy my hunger. It is not that I have no money but I can't spend my scholarship money on expensive breakfasts.
I checked the time.
It was 8:00 am. Great my first day and I'm late. My first class starts...well started at 7:30 am.
"Shiit"
I got my stuff (papers and such), locked my apartament and waved the closest cab.
-Time skip-
Staring at the ground I walked through the campus. Nobody seemed to care that I was unfamiliar. Nobody seemed to care that I was unusual. Nobody seemed to even notice me. I had to take a glance down to make sure I was still there; that I hadn't turned invisible. Nope -still there. I liked it that way. I had once been told that I had the kind of face you forget even when looking directly at it. Good. I didn't want to be remembered. Attention had brought me only trouble in the past, so I did my best to dissolve into my surroundings. I had a smile plastered across my face. This college would be a fresh, new, normal start. I was finally happy. Until I remembered I was late.
Way to ruin my mood.
I was finally at the entrance of my class at 8:30 am. Yup an hour late.
By slightly knocking the side of the door I tried to get the teacher's attention, Mr. Washington, who was giving a lecture about some fundaments of politics.
"At last you have finally arrived" Mr. Washington said. I caught a bit of anger in his tone. I hope I'm wrong.
"I'm sorry for being late I-"
"Your name?" He asked.
"Alexander Hamilton Sir. " I said
"Hamilton the new transfer student?"
"Yes Sir."
"Alright I'll let this one slide because you are new here but from now on make sure to get here on time understood?" he said in a firm tone.
I nodded.
"Now go find a seat"
"Thank you, Sir" I said and walked to the only empty seat left.
After sitting comfortably on the plastic chair I turned my head to my right side to find a curly-haired guy sitting next to me. Staring at me to be exact.
His eyes were green. The kind of green that pushed its way through the piles of gritty snow to remind you that spring was coming. The kind of green that budded on the prisoners of winter, bringing life back to their branches. That churning, passionate green that the ocean turns during a storm. That colour of the forest after it rains. The colour of the tadpoles making ripples in the pond. That green colour that brings hope and life no matter what has happened. And looking into those eyes, I could see it. Underneath those green eyes his cheeks and neck were dappled with many hues of brown, freckles, as chaotic as the fall leaves. His curly hair the colour of sun-bleached wood. There are some dark streaks for sure but the pale browns dominate, not pale enough to be blonde and without any golden hues.
But wait why is he staring at me? Do I have something on my face?
He realized I noticed his staring and quickly looked away. Slightly blushing.
He's cute. I thought.
Without any further thinking I stretched my hand towards him.
"My name's Alexander Hamilton" I said with a friendly smile.
He took my hand "I'm John Laurens. Nice to meet you." He said with an interesting southern accent "I heard you are new here" he said.
"Yes I just transfered"
"Oh where are you from?" He asked curious.
"Unimportant, there is a million things I haven't done, but just you wait" I said trying to avoid the subject.
He must have gotten the clue because he did not insist.
"Cool" he smiled "I hope you accomplish all of them"
A half smile spreads across my face. Usually people tell me I'm weird. He must be really something.
My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Washington's stern voice, "Attention students. Today we will do a freestyle rap about a cabinet meeting between the founding fathers Lin-manuel Miranda and Daveed Diggs" Mr. Washington announced. "Who would like to volunteer?"
Nice. This is my opportunity to prove my skills.
I raised my hand. "I'd like to play as Lin-manuel Miranda Sir"
I respect Mr. Miranda a lot. He played an important role in the American Independence. He fought for what he believed and made honor to his legacy. I even heard that there was a broadway musical about his life's highlights. I hope I get to see it. Mr. Miranda is one of the reasons why I like politics and history so much.
"The new guy huh? I didn't expect that. I like your courage. I was just like you when I was younger" Mr. W said with a nostalgic smile "Now who wants to play as Daveed Diggs?"
A guy with a curly afro hairstyle raised his hand.
"Thomas Jefferson, thank you for volunteering"
"I won't miss this opportunity" said the guy whose name I assume is Thomas.
"Now come on up boys and we shall begin. I will play as President Christopher Jackson" said Mr. Wahington montioning us to go across the room towards him.
I was standing up when John took hold of my wrist.
The feeling of his hand against my skin brought shivers throughtout my spine. But I ignored it.
"Hey, are you sure you want to do this? Thomas...uhm he's not the kind of guy you want to have on your bad side" John said. I could tell he was worried.
That Thomas guy must be someone you don't want to pick a fight with. But I won't throw away my shot because of him
"Don't worry. I may be new here but I know how to give a fight" I said as I gave him a wink.
Thomas and I stood by opposite sides of the classroom. Mr. Washington in the middle.
Mr. W- "You could have been anywhere in the world but you are here with us in New York City. Are you ready for a cabinet meeting?"
Our classmates cheered. Including John. I hope I give him a good first impression
Mr.W- "The issue on the table, France is on the verge of war with England
And do we provide aid and troops to our French allies
Or do we stay out of it, remember
My decision on this matter is not subject to congressional approval
The only person you have to convince is me
Secretary Diggs, you have the floor, sir"
Thomas- "When we were on death's door, when we were needy
We made a promise, we signed a treaty
We needed money and guns and half a chance
Oh Who provided those funds?"
James- "France"
Thomas- "In return, they didn't ask for land
Only a promise that we'd lend a hand
And stand with them if they fought against oppressors
And revolution is messy but now is the time to stand
Stand with our brothers as they fight against tyranny
I know that Lin-Manuel Miranda is here and he
Would rather not have this debate
I'll remind you that he is not Secretary of State
He knows nothing of loyalty
Smells like new money, dresses like fake royalty
Desperate to rise above his station
Everything he does betrays the ideals of our nation"
Crowd- "Oohhh"
Thomas- "Hey, and if ya don't know, now ya know, Mister President"
Mr.W- "Thank you, Secretary Diggs"
"Secretary Miranda, your response"
Alexander- "You must be out of your Goddamn mind! if you think
The President is gonna bring the nation to the brink
Of meddling in the middle of a military mess
A game of chess, where France is Queen and Kingless
We signed a treaty with a King whose head is now in a basket
Would you like to take it out and ask it?
Should we honor our treaty, King Louis' head
Uh do whatever you want, I'm super dead!"
Mr.W- "Enough, Miranda is right"
Thomas- "Mister President-"
Mr.W- "We're too fragile to start another fight"
Thomas- "But sir, do we not fight for freedom?"
Mr.W- "Sure, when the French figure out who's gonna lead 'em
Thomas- "The people are leading"
Mr.W- "The people are rioting
There's a difference, frankly
It's a little disquieting you would let your ideals blind you to reality, Miranda"
Alex- "Sir"
Mr. W- "Draft a statement of neutrality
The room filled with our classmates' claps
"Good job you two." Mr.W said to both of us. Then he turned his attention to Thomas.
"Jefferson, your individual performance...it wasn't what I was waiting for. I know you can do better. Be more flexible. Maybe you can learn a thing or two from Hamilton" said Mr. Washington.
Thomas looked at me with disgust.
I guess he's a bad loser.
"Tsk. Let's get out of here James" said the curly haired guy as he bitterly walked towards the door. He left the classroom followed by another guy who I suppose is James.
I don't have a good feeling about those two.
I turned my eyes to Mr. Washington, waiting for his review om my individual performance.
"Hamilton, I'm amazed by your skills and courage. I look foward to see what you have for us next" Mr. Washington said with a smile.
I left out a sigh of relief.
"I'm proud of you son" he said
I put on a fake smile
-Flashback-
Third person's POV
"Dad...where are you going?" The small boy asked.
"Alex... I know it is going to be hard. But I'm going to be away for a while" he answered
"Where are you going Daddy?"
"Son.. No matter what happens always listen to your mother okay? You are a strong and smart boy and do not ever let anyone make you think otherwise." He said, a bitter sweet smile making its way on his face. Whether it was a real smile or not the naive boy couldn't figure it out.
"Where are you going" Alex insisted.
"I'll be back before you know it" and with that said the stern man made his way to the door of the small house his humble family lived in. He looked hesitant when he reached for the doorknob. As if knowing that once he opened the door he wouldn't be able to look back . As if there was something that he wanted to say before saying goodbye.
"I'm proud of you son." He said his hand still honding the doorknob and slowly turning it. Without looking back he walked out the house.
Alex never saw him again.
Alexander and his mother waited...and waited...and waited but he never came back.
-End of Flashback-
Back to Alex's POV
Ugh, why am I thinking about him. It must be because of that nighttmare.
"Thank you Sir" I lowered my head and walked back to my seat.
For the rest of the lecture I couldn't look up at Mr. Washington's face. He somehow remembers me of my father. I wish these painful memories were just the same as nightmares so they'd vanish when I'm awake. I wish I could put them in the garbage can where they belong and forget. Or better yet bury them deep underground. I'm told that our brains are hardwired from caveman times to remember the bad stuff more to help keep you alive. Which is ironic, really.
I shouldn't let this distract me. I hope he never calls me 'son' again.
Suddendly I felt someone tapping my shoulder.
"Are you okay Alex?" John asked, his eyes flickered with concern.
I must look pathetic right now.
"I'm fine" I forced a smile.
"Okay.." He frowned then changed the subject. He knew I was lying but he didn't want to make me uncomfortable.
"You did great up there. I feel like the new guy next to you" he joked
"Thank you John. You should see me when I really get competitive. I'm Non-Stop"
"Woah If I ever get to see that side of you, I hope I'm not your rival"
"Don't worry, I'd have mercy on you anyway" I said as I winked at him jokingly.
A light shade of pink decorated his cheeks. Adorable
"Hey... uhm if you want, since you are new here I could show you around" He said kind of nervous.
"Sure I'd love that" I replied.
"Great! See you at the campus coffee house by 2pm?"
"Deal" I agreed.
We then kept listenning to Mr. W's lecture. I didn't pay much attention because I already knew most of the topic he was talking about. I was a book worm afterall. Instead, my thoughts drifted to the freckled boy next to me.
It is not everyday that I can symphatize with people. Actually most people dislike me because of my 'intense' personality. I don't blame them though. All that I've gone through made me this way.
Since the day my mother died I decided I would do whatever it takes to accomplish my dreams. Even if it means playing dirty or leaving people behind. I know I sound like a horrible person but everything in life that matters requires risks. And I'm willing to take them.
That's one of the reasons why I was never interesed in relationships. I know that if I ever date someone. I would end up hurting them.
Reason two being that I never truly believed in love. Love is selfish, making you feel all kinds of weird sensations, distracting you from what it's really important. When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake.
You love unconditionally without expecting anything in return. For me that's nothing but foolishness.
But what do I know. I'm just an orphan. The only type of love I've got to experience was my parents' love before they left me. Especially my mother's. Everyday she did her best to show me how much she loved me. She worked so hard... Even when she died. Her last breath was my name.
If my father hadn't left, my mother wouldn't have passed away. When he left. My heartbroken mother fell ill. And he wasn't there to support her.
Is that the kind of love everyone talks about? I doubt it. But if you ask me, that's what 'love' is to me.
At some point I even gave up in making friendships. I've endured the worst times in my life alone. I don't need anyone. But this freckled guy next to me.. John... he is different. There was something about him that made me want to get close to him. There was something about the kindness in his smile, a gentleness. It was the smile of one who laughed with ease and saw person under the behaviour, a soul-connector. He was the kind of person who lived how he believed people should, as if he were sunshine that only radiated from the best aspects of those he met, their flaws entirely invisible to his gaze. He was a calm sea, dancing birdsong and the new buds of spring. I know I just met him but I can tell he's not the type of person that would stab you on the back.
I don't believe in love at first sight. I think it is just a chessy term made to spice things up on soap operas. But...even if it is against my principles.. I may or may not have a tiny little crush on John.
I mean who wouldn't fall for those fascinating green eyes and breathtaking smile. Those adorable freckles and that wild curly hair barely being held in a messy ponytail.
Maybe...just maybe he could show me what love is. I wonder if that will ever be possible. I mean.. Am I allowed to love?
A noise coming from one of the girls dropping her water bottle brought me back to reality. I shouldn't get distracted.
I should focus on the lecture.
I did not specified Alexander's nor John's age. I'd rather not. But keep in mind that John and Herc are about a year or two older than Alex.
Also Laff is slightly younger than Alexander. Also in terms of height Laffayete is the tallest followed by Herc then Alexander and last but not least John.
So that's it for Chapter 1.
There are more things to come so I hope you keep reading !