Welcome Home Chapter 1
Summary: Alexander had made it to the U.S.A, he was ready for what the country was going to bring to him, he just wasn’t ready for what Princeton would be giving him.
Warning: None at the moment! It is a mature story.
Word count: 3647 (I write a lot…)
Author Note:Hi guys, I’ve written thing before, but
this is my first Hamilton fic, I’m no law student nor do I debate, so
if anything seems odd or incorrect and throws off the story feel free
to send me criticism.My french is a tad rusty but I’m hoping
its clean, let me know if you’d like the translations in the story,
or in my notes.
This is a little bit of a slow start,
but I have a million ideas for this story that I hope you guys will
Let me know what you think of the first
chapter, I live off acceptance. :)
Alexander looked out the window, a sigh escaping his tight lips, the plane shifted forward as it began to descend from the sky. He watched as the skyline blew by, the busy highways lit with traffic, the sun beginning to set.
The plane jolted as the landing gears touched the asphalt, Alexander could hear the mumble of the pilot giving exiting instructions over his music, the headphones still tightly snug in his ears. His breath hitched as the plane came to a complete stop.
People began to shuffle, putting laptops and books back into their carry-on’s. Alexander gripped his backpack, placing his iPod back into it. The people in his aisle stood and began to depart, he sat and watched.
Should he hide? Just wait and turn back home.
There was no home anymore.
When his thoughts cleared Alexander realized he was the last person to exit the plane. As he sighed once more, he shook his head from his pathetic thoughts, he tightened his pony tail, the black silk hairs that escaped from being on plane for what felt like days tickled his neck as he pushed himself from the seat. The flight attendant gave him a warm yet fake smile. “Have a great evening!” Alexander ignored their high pitched peppy voice and continued down the jet-way.
He walked past the crowds of people, picking up their friends, family…loved ones, and straight to baggage pick up, he grabbed his bag and slung it on his shoulder. Outside he slid into an empty taxi. “Where to son?” He slunk into the backseat, he watched as the bright lights of the city flew past him. The car came to a halt and he forced his jet lagged body out of the car. “Need help?” The scruffy faced man asked his voice hoarse. Alexander shook his head no and threw his bag out of the car onto the concrete sidewalk. He pulled out a crumpled twenty from his pocked. “Thanks” He let out dryly, handing him the filthy bill. “No problem, good luck kid.” The car puttered as it turned on again and pulled away from him.
Alexander pulled open his backpack and slipped out the piece of paper, informing him of his room, his classes and where exactly to go in the morning.
He dragged his bag a few feet before taking a seat on the bench, he rubbed his aching legs.
His heart was pounding roughly in his chest, it hurt, he’s felt worse pain, he thought to himself. He sat still on the lonely metal bench, considering if he should just stay there till the sun rises.
A heavy sigh escaping his mouth, he stood from the bench and inched towards a sign. One arrow pointed towards dorm rooms, another pointing in the direction of the library.
Alexander could hear people behind him,
laughing and talking loudly getting closer by the second. He felt
fear surrounding him as he quickly walked towards the library.