My Shot (Modern! Hamilton AU)

Chapter One

Chapter One
Finally in America

Alexander got off of the ship, holding his suitcase close to his chest. He had just come to America, (New York to be more specific) from the Caribbean. After his father left, his mother died, and a hurricane destroyed his town, he decided it was time to get out of that hellhole. Too many bad memories came from there, overpowering the good ones.

He walked onto the dock, looking around at the scenery around him. People walked all around him, his ears filling with the sound of hundreds of conversations. He had done his best to study the city beforehand, reading books, magazines, and articles about this place. Some had called it the greatest city in the world. Alex hoped that was true.

After staring at the city in awe for a few moments, he walked around to try and find the building he was sent to. He was sixteen, almost seventeen, so he was technically not an adult. This meant he had to be sent to an orphanage. He was prepared to wait out a couple years in there, until he could go and do his own thing. At no point did he expect to be adopted, who would want to adopt a sixteen year old Caribbean immigrant?

It felt like forever until he got to his destination. He stood at the front desk, waiting for someone to admit him in. He put his arms on the counter, and stood on his tiptoes to feel taller. As a short person, it was something he did often to seem more mature, or more threatening.

He smiled at the woman who walked over to him.

"Hello, Ma'am! I'm Alexander Hamilton, I came here from the Caribbean, and they told me to come here for shelter." Alex spewed the words out quickly, running a hand through his messy hair as he rambled. The woman simply nodded, handing him a clipboard with some paperwork.

"Fill this out, and we'll get you sorted into a room." She instructed him, pushing her glasses up her nose before getting to work on something on her computer.

Alex nodded, filling the page with information about himself. He wrote paragraphs, much more than he needed to. Well, wasn't that what he always did? The only reason he was able to get on that boat was because someone who worked for a popular news website found him and learned about his writings. They realized how valuable he might be, and agreed to help him get to America, on the condition that he would write articles for them. Alex quickly agreed, thrilled to have a job, and to be going to 'the greatest city in the world.'

It only took Alex a few minutes to fill out the forms, then he handed them back to the woman. She accepted the papers, then began typing before giving him instructions. After what seemed like an hour long lecture telling him about the place, she gave him a room key and a number.

Alexander nodded, then followed her directions to get to his room. He opened the door to a man with a mop of curly black hair atop his head in a ponytail. He had dark skin, and brown eyes. The man looked up at Alex, raising his eyebrow.

"Qui diable est ce type?" He muttered, standing up from his bed. "Bonjour, who might you be?" He asked, not thinking that the guy standing in front of him could speak French.

"Bonjour! Je suis Alexander! Votre colocataire!" He informed the man excitedly, glad that he knew French.

"Tu parle français? Je ne pensais pas que quelqu'un ici a fait." The man nodded, smiling at Alexander. "Bonjour, Alexander, I am Marquis de Lafayette, feel free to just call me Lafayette." Lafayette had a thick French accent, but he spoke English well.

"It's nice to meet you! I guess we're going to be together a lot! You seem nice, I hope we get along!" He kept rambling, and Laf just smiled. Though it may sound weird, Alex reminded Laf of an overexcited puppy.

"Sounds wonderful, mon ami, I look forward to getting to know you."