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*