Alice Williams, the daughter of the famous scientist, Jacob Williams, becomes good friends with Philip Hamilton, the eldest son of Alexander Hamilton.
You might now, know her name but her story is yet to be discovered...
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I can't even explain how well the next 2 months went. I established a very close friendship with Philip. I never knew someone could have so much in common with me!
The time I had with Eliza, Angelica and Peggy was very fun as well. I realised how much I missed America when I was there again.
It was time for Angelica and I to return in England.
It was 6AM. Half of the sun was shining already. The birds were singing for us. Eliza and Philip accompanied us to the harbour. Alexander was still writing in his office as usual.
"Thank you for inviting us, Eliza. I'm going to miss you so much." Angelica said as a tear fell from her eye. Eliza hugged her.
"Philip, take care of you, sweetheart." she continued.
"I will, thank you for visiting us auntie!" he replied.
"It was so good to see you again, Alice. You can come here anytime, you're always welcome, my dear." she said and we hugged.
The sisters walked towards the entrance of the ship leaving Philip and I alone. We followed them behind.
"I had the best time ever with you, Alice. You're a great friend." said Philip, he seemed quite disappointed.
"Me too, Philip. And thank you, I'm very lucky to have you as a friend." I said.
We arrived in our ship. Philip couldn't hold himself anymore, he hugged me. I hugged him back.
"Hey let's make a pact!" I said.
"What kind of pact?" he asked.
"Promise me to send me a letter at least every month. I will miss you a lot, Philip." I replied.
"I promise!" he said, crossing his fingers. "I will miss you too." he said. * * * ~A Few Months Later~ We both held our promises. I got a letter from Philip every month and I sent him one every time. He was like a brother to me, a best friend.
My life back in England was boring without all our adventures.
Horace and Charlotte couldn't stop asking me about America and what I did there. Aurora was never into America. She always hated there. She was simply happy I was back home. And for Edmund...he was mad at me. Mad at my letters. Perhaps, he was jealous of Philip for taking so much of my attention and affection. Before, it was Eddie's job to make me laugh and tease me, we were best friends. But now that I got Philip. He was just mad at me and I was mad at him for being so childish—I mean, he is the eldest of the family, right?
Anyway my life in England was not as interesting as my life in America.
All I can remember is things I did with my family. I remember, once, Edmund got so mad because he read one of the letters Philip sent me and he challenged me in a sword fight. So before that happened, my father actually taught me how to properly use a sword and the day of the duel, I have beaten Edmund.
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* * * Anyway, let's go a bit further, in January, 1798. I went back in America for a while but this time, with my whole family.
We stayed in a cottage outside of New York but we'd go in town every day. I would pass most of my days with Philip, sometimes joking about my older brother, Edmund but one time, he heard us joke about him and punched Philip then he dragged me away from him.
"Why do you stay with that moron? He gives me pity, he has no friends except you!" screamed Edmund at me.
"What?! Me being someone's friend gives you pity?!" I screamed back at him.
"It's not what I meant and you know it! Why do you like him so much? Is he better than me? Don't you remember who was your first best friend? The person who took care of you since the day you were born? The person who gave you your damn name?!" he screamed again. He seemed very angry and disappointed.
"How dare you?!" I shouted.
"Wait—you gave me my name?" I asked, quietly.
"The night you were born, I heard noises from our parents' bedroom and I rushed. I saw you, I held you in my arms. Our parents haven't found you a name yet and you seemed like a perfect 'Alice'." he responded in disappointment.
"I never knew that, I'm sorry Eddie." I said looking at the ground.
"I'm sorry as well." he said without showing any emotion.
"Why?" I asked.
"I know Philip is your best friend or whatever. I was too obsessive about you that I forgot I was your brother. If you love him that much—" he said but had no time to finish his sentence.
"LOVE HIM?!" I laughed as I cut him.
"Yeah well there is so much more than just a simple friendship between you guys...and you turned 16 a few months ago, you are becoming a young lady and you might soon find the love of your life..." he said like he was my father.
"Eddie, let's get this straight, I don't like Pip in that way and surly don't love him. He is my best friend and we both like hanging out together and talking about everything." I said.
"Why is he so important?" he asked curiously. I looked at him, bored.
"Our friendship is based on trust. We share everything to each other. We talk about our problems and we solve them together. We have so much in common." I said. "We are practically twins, separated at birth." I added, joking.
"Mhm. I see, I see." said Edmund.
"So...can I go back to my friend?" I asked nervously.
"Yeah whatever." he said not convinced.
"By the way, you should excuse yourself to Philip." I said.
"What?! Why?" he exclaimed.
"I don't know, maybe because you punched him?" I said madly as I got some ice from a nearby store.
He raised his eyebrows. "I will if I ever see him again." he mumbled. But he never did.
I rolled my eyes and rushed to Philip. He was at the same spot, sitting on the freshly cut grass. He just had a bruise on his chin.
"Your brother is such a—" started Philip.
"Asshole?" I asked not surprised.
"No—I was going to say bad puncher but...that'll work too..." he said calmly.
He stared at me.
"What?" I asked him confused.
"You sweared for the first time in front of me." he laughed.
I realised that I called my brother an asshole.
"Wait—no, that's not what I meant..." I tried to save myself. "But I did mean it..." I added. "But not in a harsh way!" I said.
Philip laughed.
I contended to put some ice on his bruise.
"Mr Hamilton is going to kill Edmund." I said.
"I barely see Pa. He is always working. Somedays, he doesn't come out of his room and somedays he doesn't come downstairs for supper...I won't worry if I was Edmund." he said and sighed.
