Siblings in flight (Part 1)
I hop off the boat, Alexander and I hand in hand in hand.
“I can’t believe that we made it here.” I say to my twin.
“Yeah, this is the start of something great.”
“Only if we finish high school with good marks and high placments in colleges.” I reply.
“Do we know who adopted us?”
“Nope, but we should probably find out soon.” I mumble angrily.
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 wouldn’t they help Nevis?
“TWIN?” Alex yells in my ears.
“GAH! What?” I ask, jumping a foot.
“The sign over there. Does it say ‘Hamilton Twins’?” He points to a sign that, does in fact, say ‘Hamilton Twins’ on it.
“Why, yes, it does, dear brother.” I tease.
“Hola, me llamo Alexia Hamilton. ¿Usted está?” (Sorry, this is google translate so - Hello, my name is Alexia Hamilton. You are?) I ask, smirking to myself.
“What?” A hevily accented male around our age asks in shock
“Pido disculpas por el comportamiento de mi hermana” (I apologise for my sister’s behaviour) Alex fucking snitches.
“Who are you two?” A hevily accented girl asks.
“Alexia Hamilton.” I smirk. “The eldest Hamilton twin. You are?”
“Marianne-Joséphine Pauline Ynes Raina Gabrielle du Motier, Marchioness de Lafayette“ (YeS i DiD tAkE tImE tO wOrK oUt ThIs OuT)
“Slang, anyway, I’m Alexander Hamilton. And I’m younger by oNE GODANMED MINUTE”
“You are an avocado.” The boy says
“What the fuck?” We say in unison.
“Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette. Watch you’re tone.” A man says. “I’m George Washington.”
“And I’m Martha Washington. Are you two Alexia and Alexander Hamilton?”
“sí“ We say in unison again.
“We are the people who adopted you.”
“Washingdad and Washinmom” I hear Marianne mumble to us.
“Yes Mari.” I mumble back.
“Yay?” I manage nervously.
I don’t want new parents, I want my old ones back
I hear the judgements of our new ‘siblings’ and ‘parents’. I must sound so full of myself.
I turn away from them, rummaging through my back pack full of my things.
“Is that all you’re stuff?” Martha asks, concerned
“Yes?” I say. “This is all I could afford back there.”
“We’ll get you some more stuff.” Mari says happily.
“Come on! Let’s go see our new home!” 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-
“Sorry!” I say, running to catch up.
