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)