Hamilton's POV
Mr. Washington plans to get me on the carriage to his home right now. So if I just wait until... Oh. He just went to talk with the drivers. Perfect. Time to control the carriage. I need to take it to the woods so I can hide there then return to fight. Here goes. (Hamilton gets the horses moving and they're off.)
"SON!" Uh oh. Looks like I'm being chased by Mr. Washington. He'll never catch me on foot! Why is there a man in the road? Oh no I can't stop!
"AHH MY LEG!" oops. (Swerves) AHH THERES A TREE IN THE WAY- (smack. He hits the tree. And because Mcbeth is cursed, all his injuries just came back)
UGGHH. AHH IT HURTS EVERYWHERE! Looks like Mr. Washington caught up.
"Are you ok? Are you hur-. How did you get this injured? Son. What. Happened."
"Heh... Hi sir.." How Did I get this hurt from my carriage accident? Did all of my injuries magically come back?
"Come here. Let's get you to the tent." (Goes to pick Hamilton up)
"Siwr, I can walk fine."
"No. You can't." Well I'm not going to win this, so I may as well shut my mouth. (Back at the tent)
"What were you thinking taking control of the carriage like that? You could have died."
"I know siwr. I don't wanna weave." I really don't. If I left what would I do? Die?
"Son, because you have done this and because you are younger, you will go to bed at 7:30. You also can't write anymore." Ugh. I want to write!
"Ok siwr."
"Just... Get some sleep now, son."
Sleep? I don't want to sleep! But.. What choice do I have?
"Ok siwr." Ugh. Sleeping is the worst.
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Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
