Another adopted by Hamilton story

Ten

I do all of my homework where they normally do make up and spin in the chair for a long time. I grab my notebook from my bag. Lyrics are written in it from Matilda, long before I saw the show, thanks to Anna putting them in my head.

"Just because you find that life's not fair it doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it-" i finish the line and quickly read the next before standing in the fighting stance from earlier and then switching. I pretended to have the bottles and be the devious child I sorta had been but this time without any fear. I fill my fathers hair product bottle with my mothers, missing some of the lyrics not in my head completely. I am quiet but singing and dancing in the room. I am playing. I haven't in forever. I jump back into my chair and spin as I go through the notebook and find another. I try a British accent with 'quiet' the best I can but I can't sing because of the show. I end up spinning again until I get too tired and hop onto my bed. I unintentionally fall asleep.
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Lins pov
"That's cute." Says Pippa when we step in. Niamh is asleep over the covers, arm resting across her stomach to the cot since she is on, on her side.

"What's this?" Renée says, lifting a notebook up.

"She writes about people she meets."

"That's not what this is."

"Oh. That's not the same journal."

"Guys!" she says with a huge smile. This is full of songs from musicals, some have the date written from when she was like eight or nine." She whispers, handing it to me.

"They're not the same hand writing." I flip through and then to just the inside of the cover. With help of my best freind Anna. Underneath that, it says in the other hand writing, no matter were you end up, we'll find eachother on broadway.

"Spellings wrong." Pippa laughs.

"She was eight." I say, finding the date in the corner. "And yet her hand writings so neat." We've forgotten to whisper and she is stirring. We set the notebook down where it was before she opens her eyes and jumps a bit.

"Thought I woke up in the wrong century for a second."

"We have to get out of these." Renée says.

"You were almost killed!" Leslie says, running in with his phone. Pippa looks down as he turns an article to me.