Abby's POV
I was working on a essay that miss. Hill gave us listening to the Hamilton soundtrack. I was about to get some chocolate milk then I heard a crash I went to the stairs and sneaked down. My stairs went three ways into the kitchen, living room, and the dining room. Dining rooms probably the safest because there are more places to hide and next to the kitchen. I went behind the island and looked into my other living room their are old fashioned person, or one the Hamilton cast. I went next to the utensils and grab a sharp knife and stood up all the way. "Uhh excuse me but who are you" I asked holding the knife in front of me. "Wow their no need for that, my name is Alexander Hamilton" the man said. "Wait what?" I asked, lowering the knife a bit. "Alexander Hamilton" Alex said waving "well my name is Abigail but you can call me Abby," I said. I just stood there glaring daggers at him, I still didn't trust him how could I. Out of no where another crash happens and I saw.........
A/n here's the first chapter finally hope you liked it
~a.w out
