My name is Alexander Hamilton. I have always dreamed of a war as a child. I'm an immigrant, and my home was destroyed by a hurricane. My father left me, my mom died when I was twelve, she died from sickness. I was sick as well at that time, only I got better, and she didn't. I soon traveled to New York, City. It's the place I now call home, where I met my wife, my first friend, my first group of friends. I even got the war I wished for. I became part of the US v.s. Britain war. After the war was won by us, my friend John Laurens was shot, and killed.
(A/N: Don't question me, I'm going to stop adding facts and continue my own version of his story after this.)
I ENDED THIS, I WROTE THIS YESTERDAY AND TODAY I JUST DON'T REALLY THINK I COULD MOVE THIS ALONG PROPERLY!
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HumorHeyo everyone, my name is Ross. This is a book of random things I will publicly talk about. I also post short stories here, along with dreams that I've had. I hope you enjoy the content within this book, it's rather old, so it'll be cringy and edgy...
