The Karate Kid: My Shot

The Prologue

Author's Note: A new story I'm writing. If you liked my story King Cobra, then I hope you liked this. I decided to give King Cobra a prequel so walala, here is Karate Kid: My Shot (which will kind of be a side series of it's own, which shorter chapters as well)

With that out of the way, Enjoy!

The Prologue

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore, and a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean win a karate tournament and earn all the glory?

Well, allow me to tell you that fateful story.

The young boy without a father, got farther by working a lot harder.

By being a lot smarter.

By being a self-starter.

By fourteen, with his education he was off the "charter"

Everyday while young teens were being slaughtered and throwing this lives away

Across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up

Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of

The brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter

Then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned

Our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain

Put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain

And he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain

Well, the word got around, they said, "this kid is insane, man!"

Took up a collection just to send him to the mainland

Get your education, don't forget from whence you came

And the world is gonna know your name

What's your name, man?

Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton.

This is my life. This is my childhood. This is my story.

And there's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait, just you wait

When I was ten my father split, full of it, debt-ridden

Two years later, see me and my mother bed-ridden

Half-dead sittin' in their own sick, the scent thick

And I got better but my mother went quick

Moved in with a cousin, my cousin committed suicide

Left me with nothin' but ruined pride, something new inside

A voice said, "Alex, you gotta fend for yourself"

I started retreatin' and readin' every treatise on the shelf

There would have been nothin' left to do for someone less astute

I woulda been dead or destitute without a cent of restitution

Started workin', clerkin' for my late mother's landlord

Tradin' groceries and rum and all the things I can't afford

Scammin' for every book I can get my hands on

Plannin' for the future see now as I stand in

The carribean airport headed for the new land

In California, you can be a new man

In California, you can be a new man.

"In California, you can be a new man," Alex whispered to himself as he stood in the airport as he waited for the flight. He was just saying his goodbyes to his local residents that had supported him on his journey. "Just you wait."

"Alexander Hamilton," The flight attendant smiled at the young boy. "We are waiting on the plane for you."

Alex nodded but he turned back to his fellow Carribeans.

One man patted him on the head. "You could never back down."

Another lady smiled as she hugged him. "You never learned to take your time."

"Oh, Alexander Hamilton," the group of people then all said together. "When America sings for you? Will they know the things you overcame? Will they know you rewrote the game? The world will never be the same."

They then waved him bye as Alex then headed onto the plane.

"I'm just glad another immigrant is comin up from the bottom," Alex muttered to himself.

That is how the story started. My journey to America after my tragic childhood.

My enemies tried to destroy my rep, and America forgot me. Which is why I will tell this story again.

In this story..

People fought with me.

People died for me.

People trusted me.

People loved me.

..and people..some damn fools..took their shot at me.

There's a million things I haven't done

But just you wait

What is my name, man?

Alexander Hamilton

The Karate Kid

More to come. Thanks for reading!