Good day ladies and gentlemen. I present to you something i thought up during socail studies while being bored. Hope you enjoy.
P.S. -Imma combine Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, Sir because I don't know how else I'm gonna wrote the thing.
disclaimer: I don't own Hamilton. If I did the tickets wouldn't have cost eight hundred dollars
Chapter One: Alexander Hamilton/Aaron Burr, Sir
Get your education, don't forget from wence you came, and the world's gonna know your name!
The last words Alexamder Hamilton heard from the people of his hometown, Nevis. As of right now, he was standing on the bow of a ship. Headed for a new land. New York for that matter. After all, in New York you can be a new man. No one new his name in Brittian America. They didn't know that he came from a poor family, lost everyone he loved in a hurricane, and was nothing more than an orphan. In America he would be able to make a name for himself.
His ship pulled into the harbor. He passed many workers and other immigrants headed for New York City right there and then. To find a college.
And he did. Princeton College. He approached the bursar. The conversation didn't go so well after he said he wanted to graduate early. The bursar looked at Alexander like he was stupid.
"You want to be like Burr? Find someone who actually cares." he said. Alexander's anger flared up and the bursar ended up with a broken nose. The school kicked him out of the place to be blunt.
So now Alexander was walking through the streets of New York City looking for a way to get food. Ahead of him, he spotted a man reading a book. Alexander recognized his face from a painting in Princeton. He ran up to him and grabbed his shoulder.
"Pardon me," he said. The man turned to him. "Are you Aaron Burr, sir?" The man gritted his teeth nervously.
"That depends, who's asking?" he said. Alexander immediately gave him a half bow as his words started to blur together from excitement.
"Oh well, sure sir." he said. "I'm Alexander Hamilton, I'm at your service sir. I have been looking for you." Burr frowned.
"I'm getting nervous." he said, about to walk away. Alexander stopped him by grabbing his arm.
"Sir, I heard your name at Princeton." Alexander said. "I was seeking an excelerated course of study, when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punched him. It's a blur, sir. He handles the financials?" He smiled weakly. Burr smiled kindly.
"You punched the bursar." he said. Alexander nodded.
"Yes. I wanted to do what you did, graduate in two years and join the revolution." he said. "Guy looked at me like I was stupid. And as far as I'm concerned I'm not stupid. He deserved it." He frowned. "So how'd you graduate so fast?" Burr looked down.
"It was my parents' dying wish before they passed." he explained. Alexander's eyebrows shot up in excitement.
"Your orphan? I'm an orphan." he said. "God I wish there was a war then we could prove that we're worth more than anyone bargain for. See that's why I'm here. To prove my worth and-"
"Can I buy you a drink?" Burr askedn cutting him off and leading him to a bar. Alexander smiled gratefully.
"That would be nice." he said. Burr lead him in with a hand on his back.
"Want some advice?" he asked. Alexander nodded eagerly.
"Talk less." Burr said. Alexander became confused.
"Huh?" he asked.
"Smile more." Burr continued. Alexander gave a short laugh before realizing he was serious. "Don't let them know what you're against or what you're for."
"You can't be serious. How is this gonna get me into college?" Alexander asked raising an eyebrow.
"You want to get ahead?" Burr asked raising an eyebrow as well. Alexander nodded. "Then trust me and listen to what I tell you. Fools who run their mouths wind up dead." The approached the bar tender.
"Ah, Burr your usual I presume?" he asked. Burr nodded. "And what'll this young gentleman have?"
"Uh. . . a beer please?" Alexander asked timidly. The bar tender smiled and nodded. He brought out to glasses of beer and handed them to the men.
"Well, if it isn't the prodigy of Princeton College!" a man at a table called. Alexander and Burr turned to see three men sitting at a table. One broad and muscular, one unrealistically tall, and one with an impossibly large amount of freckles.
"Aaron Burr!" the broad man said throwing an arm around Burr. Burr raised an eyebrow. Alexander stood back.
"Give us a verse drop some knowledge!" the freckly man said laughing. Burr rose an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.
"Good luck with that you're takin' a stand." he said to the three men. Two of them yelled "BOO." "You spit Imma sit we'll see where we land." The freckled man rolled his eyes mockingly.
"Burr, the revolutions immentant, what do you stall for?" he asked.
"If you stand for nothing Burr, what'll you fall for?" Alexamder cut in, with his eyebrows raised.
"Ah. . . Seems you've brought a guest." the tall man said. "Who'd this?"
"Laurens, this is Alexander Hamilton. Hamilton, this John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, and Hercules Mulligan." Burr said, gesturing to the three men. Alexander nodded.
"Well?" Laurens asked. Alexander looked up at him in confusion.
"Well, what?" he asked.
"Spit a verse." Lafayette said, his French acent think making it hard to understand him. Alexander looked around before setting his beer on the table.
"Okay." he said. Why not? After all he had to gotta start somewhere. He hoppped up on the table and started.
And that's it for this chapter. Yes I know it's a bit short but so is the song so. . . Well, I'll be writing as soon as I can and I hope you enjoyed it.
-Erin
