Alexander Hamilton

It was 1776, you were wandering the streets of New York City. America was on the midst of a war with Great Britain. There were British troops everywhere, scouting every corner and patrolling the streets. You bumped into a lanky young guy, around the age of 19. He had his greasy hair slicked back in a ponytail. He seemed to be walking fast as if he had somewhere to be.

“Pardon me I’m sorry.”

His voice was rough and kind of raspy when he spoke, he kind of shivered when he spoke

It was 1776, you were wandering the streets of New York City. America was on the midst of a war with Great Britain. There were British troops everywhere, scouting every corner and patrolling the streets. You bumped into a lanky young guy, around the age of 19. He had his greasy hair slicked back in a ponytail. He seemed to be walking fast as if he had somewhere to be.

“Pardon me I’m sorry.”

His voice was rough and kind of raspy when he spoke, he kind of shivered when he spoke

“It’s alright”

You said as you started walking away again