Siblings in flight (Part 1)
Alexia Hamiltonâs P.O.V
I hop off the boat, Alexander and I hand in hand in hand.
âI canât believe that we made it here.â I say to my twin.
âYeah, this is the start of something great.â
âOnly if we finish high school with good marks and high placments in colleges.â I reply.
âDo we know who adopted us?â
âNope, but we should probably find out soon.â I mumble angrily.Â
We grab our bags and sling them over our shoulders, and I look up for the first time.
Why? If they are so rich, why wouldnât they help Nevis?
âTWIN?â Alex yells in my ears.
âGAH! What?â I ask, jumping a foot.
âThe sign over there. Does it say âHamilton Twinsâ?â He points to a sign that, does in fact, say âHamilton Twinsâ on it.
âWhy, yes, it does, dear brother.â I tease.
âHola, me llamo Alexia Hamilton. ÂżUsted estĂĄ?â (Sorry, this is google translate so - Hello, my name is Alexia Hamilton. You are?)Â I ask, smirking to myself.
âWhat?â A hevily accented male around our age asks in shock
âPido disculpas por el comportamiento de mi hermanaâ (I apologise for my sisterâs behaviour)Â Alex fucking snitches.
âWho are you two?â A hevily accented girl asks.
âAlexia Hamilton.â I smirk. âThe eldest Hamilton twin. You are?â
âMarianne-JosĂŠphine Pauline Ynes Raina Gabrielle du Motier, Marchioness de Lafayetteâ (YeS i DiD tAkE tImE tO wOrK oUt ThIs OuT)
âNoice?â The boy says.
âSlang, anyway, Iâm Alexander Hamilton. And Iâm younger by oNE GODANMED MINUTEâ
âYou are an avocado.â The boy says
âWhat the fuck?â We say in unison.
âMarie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Watch youâre tone.â A man says. âIâm George Washington.â
âAnd Iâm Martha Washington. Are you two Alexia and Alexander Hamilton?â
âsĂâ We say in unison again.
âWe are the people who adopted you.â
âWashingdad and Washinmomâ I hear Marianne mumble to us.
âYes Mari.â I mumble back.
âAwesome!â Alex says.
âYay?â I manage nervously.
I donât want new parents, I want my old ones back
I hear the judgements of our new âsiblingsâ and âparentsâ. I must sound so full of myself.
I turn away from them, rummaging through my back pack full of my things.
âIs that all youâre stuff?â Martha asks, concerned
âYes?â I say. âThis is all I could afford back there.â
âWeâll get you some more stuff.â Mari says happily.
âCome on! Letâs go see our new home!â Alex says happily, pulling me after him.
I follow them slowly, keeping my distance. I am an intruder in their own home. How could I stay with them? Alex looks happy. If I could just-
âSorry!â I say, running to catch up.