Hamilton's POV
So, if I sneak out early in the morning maybe I can escape going back to Mt. Vernon. It's so boring there! Maybe if I make no noise at all Mr. Washington won't hear me... Few! I'm out of the tent! Time to get out of here! But, where do I go? The forest? Laf's battalion? Back in the tent? No. I'll go... You know what I'm just gonna go into the woods. Hopefully I can stay there until the coast is clear and I can fight! I better get moving or... (Footsteps) oh no.
"Son? What are you doing up so late? Why are you outside?" Man!
"I'm... Getting fresh air, sir." I think that was believable.
"Well, it's time to go to bed now son. It's very late." Ugh. I don't want to go to bed, I wanna fight!
"Okay, sir." Man! My plan was foiled before I even got to the woods. Maybe I can heh Mr. Washington to let me stay if I promise not to fight. I would rather write then leave the war! Well... (Glances at sleeping Wash.) I could write right now... What harm would that do? Besides, what Mr. Washington doesn't know won't hurt him, and this wouldn't have hurt him anyways! Just got to get all my stuff and I can get writing!
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
