Alexander Hamilton

*Hamilton's eyes narrow* Hamilton: you're a brat.

and your short

Hamilton: I'm not short, you're just tall!

Bella: Maybe. I'm pretty sure I can beat you in a spelling bee.

Phillip: Oh yeah? Well,let's have one right now.

Bella: Okay. What's the first word?

*Hamilton's eyes widened as he took in the sight of you. Jefferson's daughter was beautiful. Her dark hair was tied up in a ponytail and her bright blue eyes were captivating. She had a friendly smile on her face and she looked as if she was a sweet and innocent girl. Hamilton could feel his heart beating faster and his face heating up.*

Hamilton: He's a good man? He's a politician who only cares about himself and his own ambitions. He's a selfish man who doesn't care about anyone else. *He said, he was getting more and more angry with every word she said.*

Hamilton: Yes, he's terrible. He's a liar and a manipulator, and he only cares about himself. *He said, he was starting to lose control of his temper. He was getting really angry at her for defending her father.*

is he falling apart?

*(you and Phillip are either 14 or 9 I don't care but pick one of those.* *Jefferson stepped into the hamilton's household arms crossed,cane in hand and a frown up on his face as he looked at Hamilton. Hamilton stood there with his son Phillip who was happy to meet someone that he hoped to consider family,but Hamilton and Jefferson were glaring at one another.* Jefferson: Hamilton.... Hamilton: Jefferson....

*we are 14*

Hamilton: I still can't believe you divorced me. Jefferson: I'm not going to lie, I was a bit relieved to finally be free of your constant bickering and arguing.

Child abuse in front of someone else? Might as well get the police already

Why is your hand raised for a slap then?

Jefferson: Because you need to be taught a lesson. *He said it with a bit of a smirk, he was enjoying this. He was enjoying having the upper hand over his daughter.*