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Chapter 5

I cried emotionally for the first time in months
I feel accomplished
yES jaSOn I wiLl maRrY yoU
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Alex's POV

Our class started walking to the hotel. We decided two people share each room, and Washington gets one to himself. Immediately people started to find their friends/lovers ect. John and I have a room together yes. We head to the to the front desk.

People separately got their room keys, we made it to the front of the line, I took a good look at the worker, she had dark brown hair, and a blue suit with a short skirt. She gladly gave us our room key. We were walking to our room until she pulled me aside.

"Alexander Hamilton, right?" She asked, as I nodded. "Thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" I asked.

"You've become a very big inspiration, and the head of the town told everyone that your class was coming here to stay, and everyone started trying to stay at the hotel to see you." She explained. "We've been trying to get more people to stay here."

"You're welcome, here." I gave her a twenty dollar bill. She thanked me for a second time. I walked into my room, watching John unpack.

"ALEX MAKES AN ENTRANCE." I yell, making John jump.

"Alex what the hell." He says. I face plant into my bed, tired. I take out my phone.

Non-Stop started a group chat.

Non-Stop: Wanna go get food?

Player2: Yeah sure, we can get it for free if you come with.

Non-Stop: I don't understand how I get famous for leaving.

Player1: Well, you did get a ticket out of this hell hole called the Caribbean. Wanna go to that popular food place?

Non-Stop: isn't that place expensive?

Player2: Well, we'll get a discount with you coming with us ;)

Non-Stop: True
                      I'll get there in five minutes.

Player1: THAT'S MAH BOI

~Chat ended~

"Hey John, I'm gonna go out for lunch." I say, walking out of the hotel room. I walk down the empty hallways and walk out of the hotel. I start walking to the restaurant.

Someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to see a little girl, probably eight or nine. She wore a dark purple dress with a flower design in the middle. She had Raven black hair.

"Are you Alexander Hamilton?" She asked.

"Yes I am." Her face lit up and she took out a little notebook and pen.

"I'm Catherine, that's my mom," she pointed to a woman in her mid-thirties
watching, she waved. "can I have your autograph?"

I nodded, grabbing the notebook. I wrote her a note that wrote;

Dear Catherine, 

You are very nice and kind little girl, I hope you can become successful in the future. I'd like to keep in contact with you and your mother, here's my number.