Adopted by Hamilton

Adopted by Hamilton

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(This is mostly just fluff, with some occasional drama, if you want fluff, you came to the right place) Chloe harbor had a easy life. With loving parents and a beautiful little dog. She was lucky enough to have a laptop of her own, lucky enough to be under a roof and lucky enough to be fed. She also was lucky enough to be given her very own guitar for her 11th Birthday. That guitar was the friend she wished she had. Whenever Chloe felt upset, or stressed, she'd just strum on her guitar and everything was okay again. She took it with her everywhere. Life was almost perfect. Almost. At the tender age of 14, Chloe began to realize how imperfect life could be. Her father died in a car crash and her mother abandoned her in the busy streets of New York City. She was found by a kind woman who took her back to an orphanage, she gave her warmth, food, and even got her enrolled into a high school like the other kids. Chloes life went from imperfect to bland rather quickly. But when a certian group of women save Chloe from a gang, what turn will her life take?
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