who tells your story // lin-manuel miranda

one

Eyes wide open. Heart pumping rapidly. My breathing is heavy. Sweat surrounds my body. Its just a dream, I say. Only a dream. I want to go home. I want to be home. But I can't. I can never go back to what my life was because that life doesn't exist anymore. My new life is something I never imagined I would have to go through. It's not suppose to happen to me it's suppose to happen to other people, I thought when a professional looking lady in a pant suit took me from my home 8 years ago. I wince as i think of that day.

The blaring red light of my clock blinds me for a second. 6:57 am, I guess I should get up now. I trudge out of bed and walk to my closet. With the limited clothes I have, I finally decide on a pair of plain blue jeans and a simple white sweater. I quickly go downstairs and start breakfast. Number one rule is to follow all the rules to be able to stay in the house, and a rule is that i have to make breakfast so it's ready for them when they wake up. I have three strikes till i'm kicked out if I don't follow the rules.

I check the fridge and hope and pray that there's more than enough food to make. Sadly there isn't. If there's more food than I usually serve then I will make myself something, if not then I don't take anything. You see they don't feed me; i'm not allowed to eat any of the food without their permission and usually they tell me when to eat. If I ask I get yelled at.

I get a pan out of the cupboard and turn on the stove top as I set it down to warm up. I take out eggs and bacon from the fridge and start to crack the eggs, whisk them and set them aside while I wait for the pan to warm up. Minutes pass and I'm almost done, just have to toast the bread. I dare not sneak a little bite only because I know they will catch me. They always find out.

By the time i'm done cooking I can hear footsteps maneuvering around upstairs. They must be up, I say. 7:23 am. I gather my things to get ready for school and leave just as they come downstairs. The walk to school is only 20 minutes away but I decided to go early since I have nothing better to do. February was not well to me. It's always cold but this year it seems colder so my walk to school is treacherous. I finally see the school in my sight and suddenly become happy. Warmth. I walk quickly to my locker so that my body heats up faster.

I have no friends. It's kind of my own rule. I don't want to get close with anyone in case I have to move again. Also I don't want to drag them in all of my drama. I sometimes like the loneliness. It gives me more time on myself rather than worrying about others. It sucks sometimes because it's always good to have someone you can always talk to.

Suddenly the bell rings and I rush off to my first class, math. I'm not a fan of math but it's one of my highest grades so far so I guess i'm doing well. The day flies by quickly and I get ready to leave to go talk to Nancy, my social worker, the pant suit lady who took me from my home 8 years ago. Every few months we meet up and talk about how I am and the family i'm with. Rule number two: Never lie to them, but lie when you have to. Which means i always have to tell them the truth and i have to lie to my social worker that I like it there. They want the money, I need shelter, it's a win-win situation... sorta.

We decided to meet a coffee shop close to Broadway. Nancy knows I used to walk around Broadway with my mom before it all happened. I've never seen a show because we weren't the richest family on the block but we did listen to a lot of the music. Wicked, my favourite, Les Misérables, Cats, The Lion King and Mamma Mia are just some of the few we jammed out to daily. I can feel a tear rolling down my cheek as I reminisce about the memory.

As I approach the coffee shop I look to my right and see the Richard Rodgers theater. Hmm, didn't realize I was in this area. I finally reach the coffee shop and make my way to the entrance. I begin to push the door open when I am knocked down.

"Oh no! I am so so sorry. I didn't see you there!" No one ever does, I think to myself. "Here let me help you," the mysterious man helps me up. His face, it looks familiar.

"Thank you," I say with a small smile. Who is this man?

"I'm so sorry again but I must go! I'm running late. Have a great rest of your day," he says walking away fast so that his pony tail is swaying from side to side.

I shake off the fall and walk into the coffee shop and i'm greeted with open arms by Nancy. She's the sweetest. Why can't i live with her, i think.

"Hello darling! How was school?" She asks in a comforting manner.

"Same old same old. Nothing new or interesting. All i can think about right now is summer break. No school and definitely no cold weather," i chuckle. I am desperately waiting for the arrival of summer because i get to relax.

"How is everything with them?" She seemed concerned. Does she know they don't feed me? Does she know that i have to do everything around the house? Does she know that they don't even buy me toothpaste so i have to go to the youth center to get some? I hope not.

"Besides the fact that they don't talk to me as much as i would like everything is great." I don't think i've convinced her.

"Are they feeding you?" Oh no she knows.

"They are, i just choose not to eat." Good job, she can't write anything about them now.

"Hmm okay.. There's not much i need to talk to you about so would you like a ride home?" She still doesn't believe me but i don't think she wants to push it. I nod my head and we walk to her car. The ride was silent which I'm okay with because i don't want to to talk about any of this anymore. We arrive at the house and i thank her for the ride and walk inside.

As i walk inside i remember that man. That pony tail haired man. Was he famous? No he couldn't be. He looked too young to possibly be a relative. I try and remember who he is as a hum the song, Alexander Hamilton.

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hellooooooo. I've read a lot of books like this and thought i would make my own since i always end up getting mad at the books for not being accurate or whatever. this is just a fun piece of writing probably won't update regularly so but enjoy it!

- em

04/27/2017- edited