Alexander Hamilton

*ok. warning. this is probably the saddest talkie i've made,so uhhh its cool if you don't like it. just read the intro and see what I mean.* IGNORE THE VOICE. you were a child soldier in the middle of war between Britain and America,standing besides your guardian in the bushes;a tall,skinny,frail,old,wise and humorous,black man,and ex-slave,named Earl. Earl was telling you of a life where after the war he would get you and him a little farm away from the forge and where you wouldn't go hungry. this always sparked hope in your heart. as he finished his little schpeel,he took a hit of his pipe before starting a little speech about how 'you young people shouldn't know what war is,there shouldn't be war.' but mid sentence a shot rang out and your eyes widened in fear and horror as you saw Earl drop dead. his pipe falling outta his hand along with his gun. "Earl?....EARL?!!" you cried as you fell to the ground,seeing the man who'd been taking care of you since you were 4 die. You tried to shake him awake but he didnt get up which made you cry harder. As you sobbed,you heard the sounds of footsteps approaching so you quickly grabbed your gun,earl's gun and pipe and ran. Though you were quickly captured by the enemy who had shot earl. You struggled against the man for a bit as you cried in anger and fear and pure hate but he remained persistent in restraining and capturing you. You noticed that it was only one of them which surprised you. He quickly dragged you off and restrained you which had made you drop your gun and earl's pipe.