A Second Shot, A Second Try

A Second Shot, A Second Try

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Alexander Hamilton, a bastard, orphan, Caribbean immigrant, never had the best of luck with foster families. Or life for that matter. When he was ten, his father left. Twelve, when his mother died of pneumonia. And thirteen, when the hurricane came and destroyed St. Croix, taking his brother James as it left. He was then sent to America, to hopefully have a fresh start, with a new family, in a new country. But now here he is, at the age of fifteen, in the NYPD Social Services building, beaten, broken and bruised, waiting for his next foster placement. Enter the Washingtons. (I do not own the cover, nor the musical. I only own the story)
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*this is currently being edited* I am horrible at descriptions so I'm just going to put an insert from it for now: Alexander Hamilton had never experienced snow. Never. Growing up in the Caribbean he'd never had the chance. Never until he'd moves to New York. Sure, he dreamed about seeing snow. But he never imagined that it was so cold. Yeah, it was pretty and all, but it was way too cold. The first year was the worst, but each year made Alexander dislike snow more and more. John was happy, though. Growing up in New York, John was used to the snow. Alexander on the other hand, he wasn't used to snow at all, as he grew up in the Caribbean. "Hey, Lex," John said, walking into his and Alexander's apartment. Alex looked up from his huddle of blankets on their couch. "No," he muttered. "What was that?" John asked, cheerfully. "No," Alex muttered again. "What?" "No. I'm not going outside." Alexander glared at John. "At least not until Spring."

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