'Alright, everything's going to be fine, Alex, everything's alright...' A young man with dark, brunette hair in a gray hoodie thought nervously as he sat in the social worker's office, waiting for his 'new foster parents' to come and whisk him away, away to wherever is better than wherever the hell he was right now.

He was only just 15, isn't that almost the legal adult age? Why should he need foster parents? Then again, he hadn't even started high school, gotten a job,- he didn't even have friends or money! You need tons of money to live at least a somewhat decent life, right?

The teen sighed, rubbing his arm a bit. 'It's for the best I have to live with some foster family. They could at least provide me with the things needed to survive. Other than that, why should they really have to care? I mean, who wants a random immigrant teen asking to be spoiled just because you have money?' He decided that he would try to keep to himself as much as possible, not annoying the family as well as he could.

He tried to do that with the families he was put with before he came to America. Unfortunately, that seemed to work a bit... Too well... Alex really did have to fend for himself then, begging for food, money, anything that could help him survive for at least a little longer. Thinking on it now, it's almost a miracle that hurricane came.

Yes, it did give him a kind of PTSD- even though that more or less started only a little bit after his mother died, growing worse after every new disaster that struck-, but because of it, he's now in America, in New York... Hopefully able to become a new man. And, if anything bad happens here, Alex could just repeat the steps he did to survive back in Nevis.

Yeah... Like if a tornado strikes, or everyone hates him, or if his foster parents abuse him, or- "Mister Hamilton? Are you ready to meet your new parents?" Alex snapped out of his trance, blinking up at the social worker who'd just called his name. 'New parents. Hah, yeah,' He thought, narrowing his eyes just a bit. Though still, the teen nodded, grabbing the backpack at his feet that was somewhat full of clothes and... A notebook and pencil. That was it.

Alex stood up, putting the pack on his back, and letting the social worker lead the way out of the office and into a different office. More like a lobby sort of area? There, the teen spotted a few more kids, milling around aimlessly. Some of color, some younger than him, some his age...

Bumping into the social worker in front of him, he lost his train of thought and backed up quickly. Alex leaned to the side a bit to see around the worker, whose name seemed to be 'Sammy', judging by their nametag. 'Their' as in, the teen couldn't quite figure out their gender... Maybe it was something off the 'normal' binary?

Anywho, Alex leaned to the side to see around Sammy, and at the massive, maybe late 30 year old, man and a woman with dark brown hair, like his own.

"Mr. And Mrs. Washington, this is Alexander Hamilton," Sammy started, smiling brightly, pushing Alex forward a bit so that he wasn't directly behind them, "We are so happy that you are able to take him in, at least for a few years if he behaves well!" 'Talking about me as if I'm not even here...' "He has a bag with some of his own clothes in it, but that's it. Again, thank you so much for being able to take him in! If you need anymore information than what you've already been told, feel free to call us," They finished, nodding in respect at who seemed to be Mr. Washington. Then they turned and walked past Alexander, back into their office. Leaving him with two adults he'd never met before in his life.

"Alexander, it's a pleasure to meet you! I'm George Washington, and this is my wife, Martha Washington," The man said, smiling at the teen and holding out a hand. Alex took it hesitantly, shaking it. He said nothing. As if he suddenly lost all power to speak, surprisingly.

George pulled back after a few moments, raising a brow at the fact Alex said nothing. Oh no, did he mess up? What is that look for? Should he have said- "It's alright if you're nervous Alex. We uh, we are too. We've never had kids before so we really have no experience with teens. Calling you Alex is fine, right?" George said, giving a, supposedly sympathetic smile. The teen nodded at his question. If these were his 'new parents', they should at least not have to call him Alexander... Though Mr. Washington is acting like him and his wife are going to be helping Alex...

That's what they all acted like, then they neglected him, then kicked him out of their house and left him to fend for himself... These people will be the same. Maybe even use him... Use his words and intelligence for their own good... He shouldn't show them his possible abilities. Don't let them use him, like how others have.

Martha, after a few moments of awkward silence, said in a calm, sweet voice, "I suppose we should take you home then, right?" Alex nodded again, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders slightly as they turned and led him out the doors of the building.

The car ride to their home was rather... Quiet. It gave Alex time to think, though, which was a plus. Honestly, he was rather nervous, scared, unsettled... He wanted to have a good life here. He wanted the Washingtons to like him and not feel as if he were just a burden.

Kinda funny to think how just a few months back, he was the most talkative person in the world, practically never shutting up. Only a few weeks after his cousin died did a major change happen. The families he was put with, back on Nevis, really did not enjoy his constant rambling and thoughts and ideas. So, they kicked him out, leaving him to fend for himself and look for another family to stay with.

It was only one family he kind of enjoyed staying with. It was just a dad with a single son that he got along with rather well. In fact, because of that family, he had just started his habit of nonstop talking again... And then the hurricane struck. The kid and dad were killed in it, but Alex... He couldn't seem to die. It was almost a sign- a sign that he needed to keep his words to himself or else everyone he loved would be killed.

His father left, his mother fell to fever, his cousin committed suicide, him and his brother were separated, he had to fend for himself, and then finally when things were looking up, the hurricane destroyed everything...

Luckily, he used his words on paper, he wrote his way out of his tragedies, out of Nevis. The people took pity on him, the words he wrote were beautiful, and so they joined together, raising money to send him off their forgotten island and to the mainland. To America. To New York.

God, he hoped his mother could see him now. She would be so proud of him, of his achievements...

If he could save the people around him's lives by not speaking a word, then he would stick to that. Plus, the kids in this foster home he was in hated him anyways. They made fun of him, his past, his speech...

It's best not to talk. If his speaking killed people, if he was constantly berated for his words, then he would not speak. It's for the best. Plus, he could write, right? That seemed to be the only good solution...

But, little did Alex know, that 'rule' of no speaking would not last very long at all.

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A/N: oh fuck duuuuudes, i am stoked to start writing this! I have like 2 people who may help me edit from time to time, but other than that... This is pretty much my own. I get a few ideas from other fanfics maybe, but for the most part, this is original! Other than that, I hope you like the fanfic!
And as you can see, at the end of each chapter I'm going to have a word count- I am very hard on myself about the amount of words I put into a story, soo... And this story WILL be uploaded in multiple places.
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