Tomorrow There'll Be More Of Us

Chapter 1

Alexander stood on the bow of a ship, the wind blowing through his hair. He felt a giddiness rise up inside of him at the sight of the coast, and almost started jumping up and down. No, he thought, steeling himself. I will not make a fool of myself here. This is a new land, and a new chance to prove myself. I will not throw away my shot.

Alex continued to look forward at the rapidly approaching coastline. He had never once looked back the whole trip, preferring to keep his past and his old home behind him. He was moving to New York, the place where he could leave fingerprints, the place where history was happening, the place where he could finally find his place and rise up. He would go to school, graduate at the top of his class, and join the revolution. Maybe even die a dramatic death, and be remembered forever as -

The hull of the ship scraped against the sand and Alex was jolted from his thoughts. As he had been daydreaming, it dawned on him that it might be considered strange that he hadn't even stepped foot in this land yet, and he still had more patriotism than some of the inhabitants. He shrugged and strode jauntily off the boat.

"Mr- Mr. Hamilton!" Someone called from the deck of the ship he had just disembarked from. He looked up to see a young sailor waving at him frantically. "You forgot your luggage!" Alexander sighed and, hiding his flush of embarrassment with a curtain of dark hair, trudged up the gangplank again and retrieved his small case of belongings.

Once he was off the docks, he began looking for the place he was supposed to stay. He rummaged around in his case, batting away various pens and papers, until he found what he was looking for. "Couple of blocks off Broadway", the note said. Well great, Alex thought. How specific.

After a few hours of wandering around Broadway, Alex finally found the place he was supposed to be staying. He sat down on the edge of his bed and opened his case, searching for a blank paper and a pen.

"Dammit," he cursed under his breath, looking around the room. There was no desk. Sighing, Alex got off his bed, settled his knees on the floor and his paper on the bed, and began to write.

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The next morning, Alex hopped out of bed, ready for the day ahead. He was heading to Princeton University, a two hour ride away, seeking an accelerated course of study. He took one of the spare horses from the barn at the inn where he had been staying, and saddled him up. It was going to be a long ride.

Two hours later, Alex arrived. He hopped off the horse and tethered it to a tree, as he couldn't find anywhere else useful to put it.

"Stay," he commanded it. The horse snorted and turned away. Alexander began walking towards the entrance. He was stopped just outside.

"What's your business here?" asked a young man gruffly.

"I'm Alexander Hamilton. I came here from the Caribbean seeking an accelerated course of study. See, in my hometown, I was one of the smartest there, and I was thinking-"

"Ha!" The young man cut him off with a sneer. "You think you're something special, don't you kid?"

"Well-"

"Well I'll tell you what. You may think that, but you're wrong."

"Excuse me?" Alex's hands began to clench at his sides.

"Yeah, kid. This college here is a place where only the real special kids can succeed. And here you come along, thinking you're gonna get in, just like that? Ha! The only man I know of who got in here was Aaron Burr. There's no way a pompous fool like you would even stand a chance."