My name is Alexander Hamilton. I know. People tell me that all the time. It’s a line from a song. And the guy who sings it sings it in a weedy voice. It’s from the musical Hamilton. The hero, the guy who was involved in the American revolution, is also called Alexander Hamilton. Same name as me. Well, I prefer to be called plain Alex. Short and sweet. Just like me.
I’m 12 years old now but a long time ago when I was six I went to London and got lost on the tube train. I was rescued by my dad but he always thought something funny happened. He kept meeting members of the London underground staff who were pointed him in the right direction even before he’d asked the question of where he did it to go. It was it was though they knew what he wanted I knew where I was and just guided my dad to me. I don’t remember a lot about it except saw a mouse on the train line and I’ve never seen one before down there and I was frightened at the mouse will die when the tube train arrived. When we got on the train I just checked stepped off again and checked that the mouse is alright but as I did the door shut behind me and I was left on the platform and my dad was on the tube train and I was terrified. I think I cried I don’t remember what happened after that other than I was really really really scared. London was London was a big scary place to me when I was six and to be left on my own then suddenly unexpectedly was terrifying. But somebody came and sat with me and I can’t remember who and it felt alright then. And then after a while my dad appeared running down the platform and pick me up and cooked me and I was safe again and we went off and had a day in London. And I I sort of forgot about it.
I sort of forgot about it.
My dad died 18 months ago and I was very sad when he died. About three weeks ago mum so I could look through all of his photos they had in the box and I found pictures of us when we were very young as babies Christmas and have a few pictures of us that day in London outside of Hamleys the toy shop, walking around in Chinatown and there is one of me standing in front of the big glass window in the London aquarium. But at the bottom of the box as a dog through the pictures there was what looked like some writing that that maybe my dad had been doing. But I didn’t think it was my dad he will say type written document about 50 about 50 or 60 pages long but clearly had been burnt at some point because there are black marks all round the edge of it and the papers were yellow and brown from the fire. You could still read sections of the of the words but not all of it. And in the story that is told there was mention of a boy called Alex and his dad coming to London and more it told how they were rescued by and I feel stupid saying this because I’m 12 years old and no better but it said they were rescued by some large talking mice who call themselves the fancy cheese people.
One part of the book describes these mice getting into strange suits which when I put them on and press the button our turn on mice into what looked like human beings. In the bit about Alex and his father is Maes where the clothes of London underground officials and direct Alex’s father to find the boy. This is just like the story of me and my dad. And I’m called Alex. My dad in the same file at the manuscript losing had started putting pieces of information in there about the fancy cheese people and about London. I think my dad was trying to work out what had happened that day but had never finished it. I don’t know where he got the story from the charge story. I don’t know what he was trying to do but I’m 12 my dad is dead and I’d like to find out who the fancy cheese people were and whether they still exist. My name is Alexander Hamilton and that is what I am going to do.
dHe always thought there was something strange about what happened.