Homework (Lams AU)

I'm Alive, You Don't Know I'm Here

Flashback to Freshmen Year.

This was it. I made it. To America. 

Specifically, New York City. I'm so excited for this adventure. 

"Hi, I'm Alexander Hamilton! You guys can call me Alex, though." I smile as the lovely woman opens the door. 

"Hi, I'm Grace. I'm going to be your new foster mom, and I'm so glad to meet you." She smiles at me. 

All of a sudden, a little boy runs downstairs. "Hiiii!!!" He exclaims, latching onto my legs. I chuckle and pat his back gently.

"Oh, Alex, I'm so sorry. Here- James, let go of him." Grace sighs and pulls the five maybe six year old off of me and holds him. He smiles brightly at me.

"Hi, I'm James! Are you my new brother?"

"Well, foster brother, honey." Grace says.

I smile gently at him. I once had a brother named James. Peter told me he was in a better place now, which I knew meant he didn't make it in Nevis. Nobody did. But I'm not in Nevis anymore. 

I look back at my social worker and nod at her. "I think I'm going to like it here." 

The summer ended soon and Grace was sending me to high school at last. It was just me, Grace, and James all summer long, but I didn't mind it that much. They were a really nice family, and were great to me.  

"Alright, you've got everything you need, Alex. You're all set for your first day of high school. I'll see you later, okay?"

I nod at her and then walk in the big doors to the high school in front of me, struggling to get through the narrow and teenage-filled hallways. 

"Well, look at this pathetic little kid." A feminine voice calls. I continue walking, not knowing she was talking to me.

It was made obvious that she was, however, when she shoved me against the locker. I look up at the dark skinned girl in a pink blouse in fear.

"What's your name, kid?"

"I-I-I'm Alexander....Alexander H-Hamilton.." I stutter.

She raises an eyebrow and then looks at the two people behind her- a girl in a white shirt and blue skirt, and a boy in ripped jeans with dozens of freckles. The girl in front of me smirks back at me.

"So you're the little immigrant who's new to America, hm?" She asks tauntingly.

I blush gently and take a deep breath. "How-how do you know that? Who t-told you?"

"I have my sources." She smirks. "I'm Angelica. This is Eliza and John. Remember us, kid, we'll be around all of high school."

She gives me another shove towards the lockers before walking off, the other two chuckling and following behind her.

I stare in fear as they walk past and then somebody walks up to me. "Hey, are you alright? I saw them pestering you."

I snap my attention towards the taller person in front of me. He wore a bandanna around his head, and had really nice pants. That may be an odd thing to say, but I really liked his pants.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. I was just... Lost... They weren't much help." I rub the back of my neck and the male chuckles softly.

"Yeah, you won't get help from them. They're nothing but trouble." He smiles and sticks his hand out. "I'm Hercules Mulligan, by the way."

I smile softly and shake his hand in response. "Alexander Hamilton. Nice to meet you."

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