A little note: Hi! Thanks for choosing my story to read out of the many other stories. So this is my first story. Im sure you've heard of some of the other adopted by hamiltin stories. I read one, and I got an idea to make my own. I have to warn you, I don't know how often I'm going to post. Also, im a horrible speller. Any ways, here goes nothing, enjoy!

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           I wake up to the bright light in my eyes. I groan, and check the time, crap I think, seeing that it's 6:20. I should of been up an hour and 20 minutes ago. I creep downstairs from my attic/bedroom, stopping to use the bathroom on the way. I can only hope that uncle Stanley, or Sir, as I'm supposed to call him now, isn't up yet.                                                                                         

When I reach the kitchen, my heart drops to my stomach. There he is staring at me with a cold glare. "G..good morning sir" I croak. "would you like some breakfast?" his glare dosn't soften. he slowly stands up, and clubs the side of my ear. Hard. I fall and my head hits the oven. As I lay there, whimpering he says," That's for sleeping in, now go and get me a coffee and donut from Dunkin.". Even though my head and ear are throbbing, I crawl up and leave with out another word.

As I naviagate through New York streets, I think back to when I was 10,(I'm 11 now). Sir was actually nice to me, until I came out. When he found out he basically disowned me. That's when the abuse started. I hated myself for it. I felt guilt whenever I saw a girl who I liked. I wish I was normal, but I'm not, and theres nothing I can do about it. 

Like usual, I go the long way to Dunkin, past the Richard Rodger's theatre. I'm almost there when I bump into someone. I whimper as the impact hurts my already throbbing head more, and I fall to the ground trying not to cry. " oh my gosh! are you ok" a mans voice asks. I nod slowly, and stand up. then I look up. The man that ran into me is the one and only, Lin Manuel Miranda. I stare, my mouth hanging open, until I pull my self together enough to talk. "hi,umm I'm sorry I'm just a huge fan," he smiles, " it's ok, what happened to your head?" he asks gesturing to my already blue bruise. 

I think about telling him the truth, but I deserved the pain  " my uncle, well, he, ummm, I tripped um and umm, my head hit the stove." he didn't looked convinced. "ok, well, why don't you come in, I'll introduce you to the cast, and bandage up you head, then you can tell me more about how you hurt your head, sound ok?" I nod. he holds out his hand and I grasp it. then we walk, hand in hand, into the theatre. 

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         ok sorry this is so short, only 520 words. I'll write more now. special thanks to my friend who I skyped while writing this,

@The_Lonely_Prince_1     please follow her she was a great help, also those who don't know, Dunkin is short for Dunkin Donuts .

                                    sincerely me