Hamilton's POV
As I make my way to the camp, I wonder if general Washington will send me home. Well he can't. I don't have one. I see the camp in the distance. There's a soldier! I'll ask him where Washington is. "Hello sir. I was wondering if you could tell me where General Washington is."
"Heh. He's over there, kid." "Thank you." There he is! Wow he's much taller than I thought he would be. Alright it's now or never! "Excuse me, are you general Whasington?" "Why yes I am. What do you need young man." "I came here to join the army!" "Heh I'm not sure you should." "Why not?" I looked up at him in pure curiosity. "You're too young." "NO IM NOT!!" He smiled down at me. "How old are you?" I looked down. "Um 20!" "Sure you are... You should go home now. Your family is probably worried about you." "I don't have one." "How are you really?" I looked down again. "I'm 10." "Alright, you can stay here with me, but you will not be fighting. Understand?" I sighed. "I guess." For some reason Washington chuckled. "Come on. You must be tired from your trip here." Truthfully, I was very tired but I tried not to show it. "Ok."
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
