Freckles, I like you a lot!

Chapter 1

    Alexander Hamilton had been bounced from foster care to foster care homes for almost as long as he could remember. Once a foster dad used him as an ashtray. He still had the scars from that. That was one of the best foster homes he had been in. Others he had been beaten, starved and worked to the bone- literally. The last home he had been in-the Bennet's- had given him only breakfast, two pieces of plain bread at the most.

    Now Alex was going to a new home. The Washington's home. He was scared, what if they beat him? Or maybe starved him? All these thoughts were racing through Alex's head as he sat in the backseat of Alice's car. Alice was his foster care agent, she was kind-hearted, but Alex trusted no-one.

    "Alexander," Alice said over her shoulder "this house will be better, I promise." Alex ignored her, he never spoke since two months ago, he would rather not remember.

    The car pulled up to a huge house. Not quite a mansion, but it was still humongous in Alexander's opinion. He got out of the Volkswagen's back seat.
He remembered his deceased mother had wanted a house like this one. And he was lucky enough to be alive for this.

    Alex's father had left him and his mother when Alex was only 10 years old. After that the island he lived on -the name lost in his memories- was his home. The islanders all chipped in and helped paid for him to get a plane ticket to go to the mainland. Before that he and his mother got sick with fever and she died. He loved to write, so she saved up her money and bought him a silver-coloured fountain pen.

    He had been placed in foster care when he was 13 and now he was 15 and just waiting until he turned 21 so he could escape all the bad homes.

    Alex snapped back to attention when Alice said his name for the 20th time. "You ready to go in?" She asked when Alex finally looked at her. Alex gave a small nod and followed her to the door. She knocked twice, a black kid about Alex's age who was about 4"9, still growing, answered the door and smiled when he noticed Alex.

    "You must be the new kid, nice to meet you!" the boy said "My name is Aaron," he held out his hand for Alex to shake, but Alex was unfamiliar with the gesture so he lowered his eyes and looked at his worn-out shoes until Aaron lowered his hand.

    Aaron turned to Alice and invited her in, Alex following close behind. He led them to a fancy livingroom where a huge man and a shorter woman were reading thick books. The man looked up at the three and got up. He was even taller when standing, about 6"7. Alex cowered behind Alice, he knew how mean the taller men could be, he had a bad past with them.

    "I'm George Washington, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I am your new foster parent, along with Martha here." He directed their gazes to the woman, who had stopped reading her book and smiled up at Alex. "Aaron, why don't you show this young man here around and introduce him to Hercules," George suggested.

    Aaron led Alex up a set of stairs, they were white marble with painted gold railings. Alexander had never seen such nice things in his whole life. Aaron entered a room in the hallway upstairs, where a nigerian teenager sat on a queen-sized bed. He stood up, and Alex wondered if he could grow anymore. The teen was about 6" and very well built.

    "This is Hercules," Aaron introduced "he may look a little scary at first, but he is really kind at heart. I doubt he would hurt a fly."

    Hercules walked over to them and held his hand out for Alex to shake. "He doesn't do that, I've tried," Aaron put in.

    Hercules nodded "What is your name?" he asked. Alex shook his head, refusing to answer. "Don't talk, eh? Well that's alright, we can work on that later," he turned to Aaron "What have you shown him?"