From Nevis to New York. (Jamilton)

Chapter one

Alexandria Hamilton stepped into New York with little more than the clothes on her back. The Caribbean native sighed and held her rucksack close; inside were her most valuable possessions, a few spiral notebooks, some pens, and a slightly water damaged framed photo of her mother. Her ragged clothes, flat chest and choppy shoulder length rust coloured hair made it easy to misgender her; especially since she went by Alex instead of Alexandria. The girl may have been from the Caribbean but her Scottish descendancy showed clearly, from her reddish brown hair, to her violet-blue eyes that seemed to hide a fiery Scottish temper. She made her way across the city in search of a place to stay, as she had no money, the girl frowned.

"Perhaps an alleyway?" She mumbled to herself, her Caribbean accent shining through her words proudly.

The small girl trekked through the streets, under finally deciding to sleep under the Hudson bridge, or at least that's what she called it, knowing it stretched over the Hudson River. Ever since the hurricane open-bodies of water terrified her, but all the same she couldn't sleep without hearing the gentle lapping of the water against the shore; it calmed her and gave her anxiety all at once. The immigrant took out a notebook and began writing.

  Dearest mother,

         I made it to America, the people of Nevis banded together and raised funds for my voyage. The citizens, our neighbours, they opened their hearts and their wallets to me mama. I cannot explain in words how gracious I am towards them, not even a year after the horrid storm and here I am, in New York City. You should see it mama, the trees here, they're so odd, and different. And they have electric, actual electric! And phones, like the children in the capital! I already am amazed by the technological advancements in America, this country is simply marvelous mama. God how I wish you could see it. We were suppose to come here together mama, I apologise, it is my fault you got sick in the first place. I should have came in! I shouldn't have played with the other children in the rain. It's my fault for your death. I'm sorry mama. I became ill, and dragged you into it as well, with out being able to attend your job money ran low; you gave the medication to me, why did you do that? You could have lived, why did you give me the medication? Mama please I am begging you, I need only one answer; why?

                                                                                                                                                                Yours truly,
                                                                                                                                              Alexandria Hamilton

Alex fought back tears as she slammed the notebook shut, all of her writings to her mother ended that way, spiraling back to the same topic, the young girl crying. She never got an answer, no voice from the heavens sounded out explaining everything, she was alone. Utterly alone, now in an unfamiliar place. She let out a choked sob and furiously wiped at her eyes.

"I will not cry! I will not! I am a Hamilton!" She said these words with an angry pride.

Alex placed the notebook in her rucksack and pulled out the photo of her mum, hugging it close to her chest as her lithe frame racked with sobs. She quickly recovered, too quickly, even in a new country she chastised herself for allowing her mask to drop like that.

"Keep it together Alex, come on, crying won't get you anywhere." Alex carefully put the framed photo back into the bag. She took the hair band from her wrist and pulled her short hair into a ponytail, clearing it from her face. She dug into her pocket and found exactly 15.85 dollars.

"Might as well see if there's a coffee shoppe anywhere, I could do with a cup." She stood and walked towards the city again. After fifteen minutes of walking she found a small café.

"How can I help you sir?" She didn't bother correcting the barista.

"Just a regular coffee please miss, black."

The woman behind the counter nodded, "$2.70 please, oh and I'll need the name for the order."

Alex handed her the money, "Alex."

19 Minutes later she was back under the Hudson bridge with a cup of coffee, working on an essay to raise funds for st. Kitts and Nevis.

A/N: here's the first chapter guys, gals and nonbinary pals. I literally listened to the Hamilton soundtrack while writing this. Lol. So anyway, should it be jamilton (Jefferson x Hamilton) or Hamburr (Hamilton x burr)? Vote in the comments!