Lost and Found || A Hamilton Cast Fanfiction

chapter two

Oakley's POV

I begin to think about the new idea that just sprung into my mind. If I were to run away, where would I live? Would someone find me, but get me placed in the foster system? I guess I'm shit out of luck. But what if someone found me and didn't get me placed in the foster system? What if they wanted to foster me? Who would really want to do that, though?

Either way, I'm most likely going to get placed in the foster system. I might as well elongate the period of time before that happens, which means I have to begin my runaway tonight. I then hear a bark coming from the family room. I look over and see Max, still laying in his crate. Wait a minute, what am I gonna do with him? He is closest with my dad, but clearly that isn't a reality anymore. I guess I can just bring him along with me. Doing so would make running away harder than it needs to be, but I don't have the heart to leave him here or at a shelter. I'm his only owner left. I hope to God that when I'm found and placed in foster care that he gets sent to a good home or shelter.

I let him out of his cage so that he can eat his dinner and drink some water. While he does that, I run up to my room and start to pack up. I guess I can't bring much, can I? My entire childhood is in this home, whether it's possessions or memories, and I can't bring many of each. Sure, I'll have memories in my head forever, but I'll never be in the place that I experienced them ever again.

I grab one of my Vera Bradley school backpacks in the print "Very Berry Paisley," and begin to pack up my belongings. I begin with clothing, and force myself to pack as minimally as I can. I decide to stay in what I have on, then pack a pair of leggings, jeans, grey sweatpants, a maroon sweater, #YayHamlet tee, and the only Hamilton hoodie I have other than the one I'm wearing now. In addition to my undergarments that I currently have on now, I pack five clean pairs of underwear and two bras. I also grab my and my brother's portable chargers along with my phone charger, just so that I can keep my phone alive for awhile.

Next, I walk into my bathroom and pack all of my necessary toiletries. I take my toothbrush and toothpaste in their traveling case, a hairbrush, detangling spray, and a box of pads because hey, it's gonna come along eventually.

Finally, I somehow manage to roll and fit a small blanket into my bag - one of those little ones you probably have in your family or living room. Of course, I can't really put Max in my backpack now, but I'll bring his leash and alternate between walking and carrying him.

I decide that I'll spend one last night here before beginning my long journey tomorrow so that I'll be well rested. I go back into my bedroom, lock the door, and go to sleep for the last time I ever will in my home.

The next morning I wake up and fill up Max's food and water bowls. I then make myself some Mickey Mouse pancakes just like my mom would. Basically, they're one large circle with two smaller circles as the ears. Even though they're made with the exact same batter as any other pancake is, they just seem so much better.

After I finish eating, I clean up the mess in the kitchen before running upstairs and remembering that I need to pack one last thing: money. Since none of my family is alive anymore, I don't think it's a huge issue that I take all of the money that my parents keep in their room. I unlock the safe that is kept underneath their bed and see a stack of money tied in a rubber band along with a note card that reads:

$1,658 - for emergencies only

I'm 100% positive that this is quite the emergency. I take the money and run to my room, then place the money in my wallet which has about forty bucks in it. I then remember that I have my Hamilton Fund! Even under these circumstances, I can't throw away my shot. I put  the $250 I've saved up for tickets in a different pocket of my wallet, then put my wallet in my backpack. I grab my backpack and head downstairs. Since I don't have a shirt on underneath my hoodie, I quickly take it off and put on my Abby Lee Dance Company tee. Then, I put my grey Hamilton zip-up hoodie back on.

As I put Max on his leash and am ready to walk out the front door, I look back at the house I'm about to leave behind. I didn't pack any pictures, did I? Shit. I take all of the pictures that are currently in frames out of said frames, then run to the basement where we keep every picture ever taken during my brother and I's childhood. I put the pictures from the frames into the not too large but not too small cardboard box, then duct tape it closed. I somehow shove it in my backpack, grab Max's leash and my bag, then head out of the house and lock the door behind me. I guess it's worth bringing my key along, maybe I can put it on a necklace one day as a memory.

Where should I head off to? I guess it doesn't really matter, I'm going to end up in foster care either way so what's the big deal? Maybe I'll head up to New York City, just to have a look at the Richard Rodgers Theatre before it's too late. Who knows if I'll ever get to see it in the near future?

I plug my phone into my brother's portable charger, which gives four full battery charges, then turn on maps.

I guess I'm off to the Big Apple.