Another adopted by Hamilton story

Two

When I get out of the small shower in the back, there is a tank top and leggings, both to big for me. I find a zip up sweater with a person on top of a star. The sleeve says Hamilton and the note says, we had extras. The tag says $70, though. I would thank them. But I don't know who to thank. After I brush and braid my hair, I go back into the hallway. There is a man walking down the hallway who sees me and turns to me.

"Hi, I'm Jacob. I'm watching you until the end of the show. Come with me." I don't. I stand still. "Don't worry." I hesitate before following him. I can hear them singing as we walk down the hall and then into another room where there's a couch that we both sit down on.

"What's your name."

"Niamh."

"What about your last name."

"Kelly."

"Niamh Kelly. So, we just wanted to find out where you are from and if you wouldn't mind, why you're parents apparently don't want you back."

"I'm a foster kid." I say, not to proudly, but I tell him straight forward. "They told me not to come back after I set the carpet on fire."

"Did it spread?"

"No."

"So where are you from originally?"

"A village in Leitrim." I tell him. "For six years. I still have a trace of the accent."

"I barely hear it." He tells me. "You don't stand out because of it." I wish he'd tell the kids at school that.

"So my guess is that a social worker will be here soon."

"You guessed wrong."

"Then I'm going back to the foster home."

"You'll stay here tonight. No need to worry."
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Lin's POV
"I didn't get much out of her at all." Jacob tells me when I approach the room.

"Is a social worker coming."

"They'll investigate her home tomorrow. I wrote down what she said after she went to sleep." When I see what he wrote, I know that we don't know anything about her. She's a Russian girl, adopted to a family in Ireland, moved here when she was six and has been in and out of home since. She was just kicked out of one but no one from that home did anything to put her back on track to another home. She barely speaks. I down next to where she is asleep. Her sleep is hevier then mine will be once I get home, after I just had a long show. I can't imagine how this comforts her. She doesn't know what tomorrow will bring, but she is safe tonight, and she looks so happy because of it. One night of security can bring her joy.
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Niamh's POV
"Rise and shine!" Phillipa yells into the room. "You're gonna own a lot of Hamilton stuff." She says, setting it down on the coffee table. I rub my eyes and flinch when I touch a sore spot. It's a Hamilton shirt that has the name of the musical on it. "We have a few extras. They sell a lot but they make a lot. I bought my smallest pair of leggings. They'll be sweatpants on you. That's why we are going to breakfast with Renée."

"I have school."

"You want to go? On a Friday?

"No."

"Then get dressed." Once I am dressed, the three of us walk down to a diner and are seated. I sit across from Renée and next to Phillipa.

"What do you normally eat for breakfast?"

"Nothing." I mumble.

"So, do you do any school sports or clubs?" I shake my head. "Favorite subject?"

"None."

"Do you like art and music." I nod. "Which one more?"

"Music is art. So art."

"Smart. But vague."

"This should be fun." Renée says.

"Figuring me out?"

"Yes."