Befallen childhood- Adopted by Hamilton

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"We are actually going to meet them!" Nicole says. "And we can show them out Hamilton inspired piece."

"A bunch of high schools already did. They're probably sick of hearing and watching kids." Jamie says to her.

"They did it in front of a crowd. We will be doing it just for them." I scruff my heels against the ground, holding my jacket closed because I was too lazy to buckle it. The air is cold. It is early November and I can already see my breath in the air, tumbling about when I exhale.

"What are you going to show them?" Noah asks.

"Nothing."

"It's a project. You're being graded on it."

"I'm just going to tell Mr.Nicolson that I don't think I can show them anything. He knows I speak to almost only you, nevermind the cast of a Broadway show."

"Liv, he knows you can draw. Just show them a drawing."

"It's not so easy to draw. It can take hours. And then it's a waste and I still have no project if it's bad."

"You always say your drawings are bad but yet you're amazing." I roll my eyes. "Seriously."

"Thanks, I guess." I say. He holds the door open for me and I say goodbye before climbing the stairs up to my apartment. I keep my head down and try to walk to my room. Ms.Oliver stops me by simply tapping my shoulder.

"You should really eat less." She says. I speak before I think.

"I don't see how that would be possible. Are you asking me to die?" Her eyes manage to turn colder as she shoves me past her.

"God knows It would make everyones lives easier." I close the door and throw my bag on the ground. Then I start collecting pieces of broken glass, then make my mattress, I guess you could say, and sit down. I pull out the art supplies my teacher let me borrow and begin to draw.

Two hours later I have to clean the apartment but I've gotten good at it. Sometimes I spit in his bottles because for some reason it makes me feel better. One time when I was sick, I coughed all over the openings and he got so sick. I got it for that one. I leave before they get back. I will have to pass them again but I also won't be for a there for some extra time. I go on a walk around Times Square. I sort of hate it but I live here so I guess I love it in some strange, hard to see or tell or feel way. I do like the theaters, though. I arrive on 46th st. I will actually get to go in there tomorrow. Of course I will just hand them my drawing and they will probably forget to look at it but I will still technically get to meet them. I turn back around when I see the creator himself. He may be the only person I could recognize from it but It's still him! He smiles at me. I look down at my feet.

"You waiting for someone?" I shake my head and don't look up as he walk past but suddenly he stops. "What was that?"

"Time." I say.

"You're waiting for time?"

"Yes." I say and then walk in the other direction.
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A/N- hiiiii. New story. The first part is short, others will be longer.

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