Okay, here is an exerpt of what I have so far for my rough draft for my Hamilton fanfic, titled Who Lives, Who Dies; if you want to give me some feedback, that would be greatly appreciated! ^-^
There was very little that affected Alexander's work, but having several people scream and greet each other with exclamations of "Oh my goodness, you look so young!" and "Speak for yourself, you're looking positively lively right now!" followed by bouts of laughter were enough to set Alexander's teeth on edge.
He tried, once again, to put his quill to his piece of parchment and begin to plan out the best way for his charter to make a profit, only for his quill's tip to snap against the parchment as someone quite literally squealed in excitement. He grit his teeth. He had had just about enough of this; damn the fact that they were all clearly older than him by at least three years, he couldn't get any work done like this!
He threw his now broken-tipped quill down onto his desk and stood violently. "Would you all please do me the kindness of closing your mouths for five minutes!" He cried out in outrage, trying to make his voice more sonorous. He doubted he succeeded, but he at least had volume enough to make everyone stop and take a look at him. One of them, much taller than Alexander, stepped forward and, in an accent, inquired, "Who are you?"
Alexander drew himself up to his full height(It wasn't much, only just reaching what a doctor might call five-foot-and-seven inches) and said, "My name is Alexander Hamilton, and who are you?"
