Hamilton's POV
Ugh. Laf. Won't. Lighten. Up. I'm sure I'm going to be stuck here the rest of my life. With nothing to do. Well, Laf did give me a call of cotton he found somewhere to play with. Im not sure if he thinks I'm five, or what, but this cotton isn't very entertaining. I want to fight! I'm basically of age, and I'm super fit. I'm ripped. So, I don't know why I can't, but whatever. I just hope Eliza comes today. She usually comes once a week. Even if for a couple minuets. Yes! Here she comes now!
"Hi Eliza!"
"Hi Alex! Laf still holding you here?"
"You know it."
"I brought you some freshly baked bread and ink, quills, and three scraps of paper." Isn't she the best? I love her.
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome. I had to do a lot of convincing to give you those gifts, besides the bread."
"They are lovely. Thank you!"
"Stay Healthy, Alex. I might be able to come back in two days."
"I'll hopefully see you then!"
"You too!" I don't deserve Eliza. She's the best. I'll never do anything to harm her. Ever. Nothing at all. No way.
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YEETMAS
Fanfictiona story that will make you yell "YEET" (it will last longer than Christmas)
