If you so much as glanced at the boy, you could tell he wasn't from New York. The boy was small, and incredibly timid, unlike the rest of the incredibly boisterous city. His lips were moving, forming words that no ear besides his own would hear. Occasionally he would stop in the middle of a crowded street to stare at the sky. Perhaps this boy was telling a story. An incredible story, one with action, romance, villains, and of course a character much like himself as the hero. Or perhaps he was simply mumbling to himself, trying to calm his nerves as he was thrown into a new environment.

This boy's name was Alexander Hamilton, and although he has been through more in the first sixteen years of his life than most adults, there are still a million things he hasn't done. Just you wait, and he may tell you. 

Well guys, that's a summary of the fanfiction I plan to get up and started soon! Honk yo horn if you want it! Haha I'm such a dork. 

But seriously though guys, let me know what you think. Me updating is based on you. If you comment or vote it's way more likely that I'll update a lot more. 

Stay fiery. 

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