Not Quite a Hamilton
written by Cole Llewelyn
In the streets of Albany in 1800, young, scrappy and hungry, an 18 year old girl's life is made worth living by one family, but when the family begins to fall apart, her fragile life could fall to pieces. I will be adding chapters as I write them. (All character descriptions taken from the musical Hamilton, not 100% historically accurate)
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
9
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902
Blackout
Chapter 5
Philip, Cal, Anthony and I left the Inn a few minutes later, Philip and I holding hands, Anthony walking next to us. We were all talking and laughing, stomachs full of food. I saw one of my friends from the streets walk by, and I waved to her. We were some of the only people living on the streets in Albany, as most people could afford houses in the town.
“Isn’t she one of those dirty street rats?” Anthony asked, smirking. I took a deep breath, trying not to show how annoyed and angry I was. I closed my eyes, then opened them again.
“Hmm, yeah, I guess so,” I said, exasperated. Philip raised an eyebrow at me, but I ignored him. “I’m a bloody dirty street too, Anthony, don’t insult my friends,” I told him, annoyed. Philip laughed slightly, seeing Anthony’s sheepish face.
“Sorry, I, um, didn’t realize,” Anthony said, Cal laughing at him as well. I shrugged,
“Honestly, I’m used to it. It’s fine, really,” I said. People who didn’t live on the streets would never understand what it was like to be called ‘Dirty,’ or to be rejected from jobs. Anthony went red, embarrassed that he had insulted me, even if it was unintentionally. I sneezed violently, ducking to the side where no-one stood. I shivered, feeling the cold more than ever.
“You okay?” Philip asked, looking over at me. I nodded, it was probably just the snow. We passed the alley I had slept in last night, and I saw my skirt lying on the ground. I dashed over to it, then put it on, as I was colder than I had been even last night.
“Bloody hell, It’s freezing,” I said, shivering. Even though we were all 18 and ‘Mature,’ I picked up a snowball and hurled it as hard as I could at Cal, who jumped back, surprised. He then picked up a snowball and threw it at the back of Anthony’s head, who turned around.
“Oh, you are on,” he said, throwing a snowball back at Anthony. Within a few minutes, we were all hurling snow at each other, 18 and 19-year-old people playing in the snow like we were 5 years old again. At the end of the snowball fight, we were all soaked to the bone, freezing, and laughing. It was growing dark, and Cal and Anthony headed home, leaving Philip and I alone.
“How’s everything with Angelica and your Dad?” I asked, touching on a delicate subject. Philip sighed,
“It’s ok, it’s still a bit… Tense between Dad and everyone else,” he said, looking down. “My mom’s making him sleep in his office.” I bit my lip, annoyed about the whole argument happening at the Hamilton house. A few minutes later, Philip and I kissed goodbye, and I went to the alley where I had slept the last night. I was shivering violently, and my head felt clouded and sore. I was so cold, I stumbled over to the place where I kept my books, and put my current book back, then began to make my way to the Inn. I was shaking, the snow freezing my wet clothes, and the cold and my headache seemed to mix together. A ringing sound filled my head, my vision blurred, and the world went black as I passed out on the cold streets of Albany.
“Isn’t she one of those dirty street rats?” Anthony asked, smirking. I took a deep breath, trying not to show how annoyed and angry I was. I closed my eyes, then opened them again.
“Hmm, yeah, I guess so,” I said, exasperated. Philip raised an eyebrow at me, but I ignored him. “I’m a bloody dirty street too, Anthony, don’t insult my friends,” I told him, annoyed. Philip laughed slightly, seeing Anthony’s sheepish face.
“Sorry, I, um, didn’t realize,” Anthony said, Cal laughing at him as well. I shrugged,
“Honestly, I’m used to it. It’s fine, really,” I said. People who didn’t live on the streets would never understand what it was like to be called ‘Dirty,’ or to be rejected from jobs. Anthony went red, embarrassed that he had insulted me, even if it was unintentionally. I sneezed violently, ducking to the side where no-one stood. I shivered, feeling the cold more than ever.
“You okay?” Philip asked, looking over at me. I nodded, it was probably just the snow. We passed the alley I had slept in last night, and I saw my skirt lying on the ground. I dashed over to it, then put it on, as I was colder than I had been even last night.
“Bloody hell, It’s freezing,” I said, shivering. Even though we were all 18 and ‘Mature,’ I picked up a snowball and hurled it as hard as I could at Cal, who jumped back, surprised. He then picked up a snowball and threw it at the back of Anthony’s head, who turned around.
“Oh, you are on,” he said, throwing a snowball back at Anthony. Within a few minutes, we were all hurling snow at each other, 18 and 19-year-old people playing in the snow like we were 5 years old again. At the end of the snowball fight, we were all soaked to the bone, freezing, and laughing. It was growing dark, and Cal and Anthony headed home, leaving Philip and I alone.
“How’s everything with Angelica and your Dad?” I asked, touching on a delicate subject. Philip sighed,
“It’s ok, it’s still a bit… Tense between Dad and everyone else,” he said, looking down. “My mom’s making him sleep in his office.” I bit my lip, annoyed about the whole argument happening at the Hamilton house. A few minutes later, Philip and I kissed goodbye, and I went to the alley where I had slept the last night. I was shivering violently, and my head felt clouded and sore. I was so cold, I stumbled over to the place where I kept my books, and put my current book back, then began to make my way to the Inn. I was shaking, the snow freezing my wet clothes, and the cold and my headache seemed to mix together. A ringing sound filled my head, my vision blurred, and the world went black as I passed out on the cold streets of Albany.
