Adopted by Lin Manuel Miranda

Chapter 1- Family

*Trigger warning for sexual assault!*

*Flashback*
     I was downstairs sleeping on the couch because the top floor of our house was getting renovated. The first thing I noticed as I woke up was all of the smoke and the fire alarm going off. Once I got up off of the couch I saw that the house was flooded with smoke and red/orange flames were all around me. My next thought was where are my parents? Are they ok? They were staying down in our guest bedroom in the basement.

I tried to run towards the door that lead to the basement but flames cut me off. Seeing that made my heart hurt. Our basement didn't  have any windows because it's a really old house and it wasn't a requirement back then. My parents were stuck down there with no way to get out. I wanted to stay inside the house and find a way to get to them but I knew my parents would want me to get out.

         I noticed that our back door was also cut off by flames so I looked around for another exit and notice we had a kitchen window that was free from the flames. Crap, I though, how am I supposed to get through there because the window didn't actually open, it was broken and it had been for quite some time. I found a dish towel, wrapped it around my hand and then punched through the glass that was there. Then I started to climb out when I felt an unimaginable pain searing the right half of my body.

            I guess I had gotten out of the house then passed out because the next thing I know I'm in the back of an ambulance.
 
        "Where are my parents? Did they get out of the basement?" I frantically asked. The men in the ambulance just looked at me with pity and said sorry.
                             *End Flashback*

I woke up from my nightmare in a cold sweat with tears in my eyes. The nightmare had been about the night my parents died. Ever since the fire I had been in the foster system. I mean, it's not too bad you get some good families and some bad families. The first family I had gotten was really nice but sadly the dad had moved from New York because of his job and so I had to be placed in a different home.

My next home wasn't perfect. The family would always groan and complain about having to take me to the hospital for all of my appointments because of the burns. They also would make fun of my burn scars, telling me that no one could love me while I had them. I had a few other families between that one and the one I'm in currently but those really aren't worth mentioning, not good not horrible.

The house I live in now is interesting to say the least. They aren't horrible, they don't beat me. But they do make fun of my burn scars and the scars on my arms and stomach from climbing out of that window, I got deeply cut by some of the glass shards that were still in the window frame. Their son has tried to put the moves on me and get me to go out with him but of course I haven't taken him up on that. I didn't even like the boy. On top of that I only get one sometimes two meals a day but I don't mind that too much. Overall I live a pretty normal life. I wake up in the morning, go to a normal school, hang out with my friends, come home, eat and do homework, then repeat. Nothing about me is special at all.

I get up from my bed, finally shaking off the nightmare, and go straight to my closet to see what I wanted to wear. My closet is limited but I have all of the stuff I need and I'm happy with the stuff I have. I pull out my skinny jeans, flannel shirt, grey camisole, and socks and underwear to wear. I quickly put my clothes on and then headed into the bathroom to finish getting ready. I brush my teeth then my hair, I don't normally do anything special with it I just let it be it's natural curly self. All I do for makeup is a bit of concealer, mascara, and some eye liner.

I run down the stairs and run to the front door to put on my shoes and grab my backpack. You see I'm always running late so I just grab all the stuff I need and run out the door while shouting bye. My school is literally a 10 minute walk from my house so I got there quickly with 5 minutes to put my stuff in my locker then get to my world history class. I will spare you all of the boring details of my morning in world history, bio, and my video class. Then of course lunch where nothing happened except me eating my lunch alone. I go to my next 3 classes Algebra II, honors English, and Orchestra, then the day would finally be over.

Yes I'm in orchestra, I play the viola if anyone even knows what that is. As I leave I grab my viola, all of the homework I need, then grab my backpack and head out. Trent, my foster brother, ran to catch up to me and then started talking to me but I tuned him out. It's what I normally do because the boy is dumb and he can't hold good conversation to save his life. I quit paying attention to everything and just decided to let Trent lead the way home. Next thing I know we are past the house and in New York City. I wasn't sure why he wanted us to go inside the city though. I'm almost positive his parents didn't need us to get anything from the city for them. We continued walking through the city, we were now in the theater district, when I felt his hand grab me and pull me in an alley.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I yelled as I felt him trying to unbutton my pants.

"Shhhh sweetheart it's ok I got you," he purred into my ear, biting it in the process.

I started screaming as loudly as I could, trying to get attention and hopefully bring me some help. Then it suddenly hit me. I have my viola case over here somewhere. I kept yelling but I was also looking for the case. It turns out the case was really close to me, I just needed a few second away from his grip to get it. As soon as I could, I quickly ran away from him towards the case. Once I got to it I picked it up and went to go turn to Trent. His hand grabbed my shoulder before I could turn and he turned me around himself. I took that as my chance and hit him as hard as I possibly could once I was facing him. I heard someone come up behind me asking if I was ok but I couldn't even process what he was saying because I had almost had my body ruined by a man who had no right to my body. I grabbed my pants and pulled them so they were all the way up and buttoned them then I turned around.

Once I had turned around I noticed there was a man, who I'm assuming had asked if I was ok. The man who had come to me rescue happened to be a certain Puerto Rican writer who had weitten an amazing rap musical. If you hadn't already guessed it the man was Lin Manuel Miranda.

"I- I'm fine" I stuttered out.

"No you're not. Come with me." He said as he grabbed my backpack and started walking away.

I was about to ask him what he was doing but then he turned around and made a beckoning motion with his hand. I took that as a signal to follow him so I started walking. As I followed him I wondered where he was planning on taking me and what he planned on doing about the situation he just saw. Before to long I look up and see him opening a door turning to make sure I had followed him. When I saw where that door lead I go giddy with excitement. I, a normal 15 year old girl, was about to go backstage at the Richard Rodgers Theater.

Hello! So yea this is my first Hamilton fanfic. Feel free to tell me if something is wrong or bad! I'm am 100% open to criticism, I even want it 😂. Let me know how you feel about it! But I'm excited to go on this journey with you guys. Well anyways I will try an update as often as possible but I'm sick rn so we'll see. Bye! XOXO