Dancing Lights of New York City (Adopted by Lin-Manuel Miranda Fan-fiction)

A Smell That Could Make a Grown Man Cry

[Disclaimer: This story may/will touch on mature content and events of abuse (verbally, physical, sexual), drugs, alcohol, some more than others. So warning about that, I do NOT plan on warning of each event so read at your own discretion. Just want to make sure everyone is cared for.]
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My alarm went of filling the room with a continuous ring. I shot up quickly turning it off before Gary were to come in. I wait a few seconds cautious of any shuffling coming from the hallway. Nothing. I look at the clock again, reading 5:42 am. Ugh. Why is school an actual thing. I'm a sophomore in high school, sadly the year recently started. Two more years and I'm free of this old routine. My body resisted getting up but I gently lift myself up from the bed slowly pulling away the covers. A soft breeze from my fan sends goose bumps across my skin. As my feet connect with the floor, the coldness nips at my feet. I quietly get dressed into jeans and a baggy t shirt with a flannel over to cover any bruises that absolutely no fake story could do justice. Swiftly I maneuver down the steps avoiding the step that tend to creak. After living in this house for about 11 years with my Mom and now, mostly Gary, you learn a thing or two about sneaking around. As I continue down the steps I dodge Gary as he's still asleep slumped against the stairs. How'd he stay there all night? I take one last step accidentally tipping over an empty beer bottle. Shit. Gary began to stir, his eyes opening slowly taking in the sun that dared to rise. "Ugh. Someone turn off the damn sun!" Gary shouted rubbing his eyes. I stared at him, confusion covering my face. Gary noticed and raised himself off the ground as fast as he could, for a hung over guy that was pretty quick. Before I knew it he was by my side grasping onto my arm tightly. That was going to leave a bruise. "What are you lookin' at!? Huh? You got something to say? You little brat!" Gary shouts, spit escaping his lips. "Uhm nothing. I don't- no" I squeak, afraid of what was to come next. "Huh?! Kat, you kinda need to speak in English! You dumb piece of shit! I can't believe your mom just left me with you." Gary grasped onto my arm tighter before throwing me into the cabinets in the kitchen. Pain took over my back and neck. A kick to the stomach had me gasping for any air available. "Make my breakfast, I gotta leave for work soon. Make it choppy!" Gary yells, disappearing up stairs. I lie on the hard wood for a moment still gathering my thoughts and oxygen. I attempted to move but pain spiraled down my spine causing me to hiss. Deep breathe. I feel dizziness wash over me, my vision goes black as I search through the cabinets for bowls and kitchen supplies. Another deep breathe. After a few seconds my vision comes back, everything is clear again. Quickly running out of ideas for quick meals I rummage through the practically empty pantry scanning for any food I can get my hands on. Searching each shelf and box. Nothing. I slide over to the fridge, flinging it open. Beer bottles clank and rattle in the door shelf. Nothing but booze, booze and one rotten egg in an old carton. I slid the old carton out and opened it up. The smell of the single egg could make a grown man cry. I figured......well anything for Gary. I began cooking the single rotten egg, the smell radiated through the air of the house. I pulled my shirt over my face. Gary stumbled down the steps in a new outfit right as I set the eggs on the table ready for him to eat. Quickly slipping on my converse and glancing at the clock. Shit! 6:35 am. Grabbing my backpack I leapt out the door running towards the city of dancing lights, New York City. I live in the out skirts of the city and it just so happens that my school is on the complete other side of the city. It takes generally 35 mins to get there each morning when I run there. After running for quite sometime I enter the city, still running in hopes of not being late for school. As I'm running I run into a man crossing the sidewalk heading for what looked like a theatre. The impact of our collision caused me to trip and slide across the pavement. "Oh my gosh! Hey, are you okay? I'm sorry I shouldn't have been looking at my phone, sometimes twitter is just distracting" the man said offering a hand to help me up. I deny and raise off the ground by myself. "Umm..so what has you running so fast..um miss... what's your name?" He continues. "School. I really need to leave, no time to chat!" I yell already running towards the school. The man stands and watches as I disappear in the distance before going inside.
Arriving at school I open the front doors hearing the warning bell echo through the empty hallways. Stray students here and there still making their way to class. The morning went by slowly, I was just counting down the days until summer. Not close enough. Only 7 months to go. Ugh. Lunch arrived and I was starving, I didn't really have a lunch. Sometimes I just buy stuff from the vending machines if I have enough money with me. Usually my friends wait for me and we walk to lunch together but I had to finish up a quiz so they might be in the cafeteria already. As I walk to the cafeteria alone my mind wanders off, suddenly any of the thinking I was doing inside my head was disrupted when I felt someone pull me by my arm into an abandoned closet in the hallway. The room was dark. The hands of the person were over my mouth muffling any scream I wanted to release. Once inside I heard the door slam and lock. Suddenly, a body rubbed up against me and a pair of hands grasped my bruised shoulders. The hands started traveling down to my waist and began pulling up my shirt. "Ew what the hell? Who the hell are you?" I say flailing my arms. "Shh" the person said hugging me from behind throwing me into the door. Pain filled my head. "Get off of me!" I yell pushing him off, searching for the door handle. I try kicking my legs in hopes of getting him in the you know where while I tremble with the lock on the door. Finally, I managed to open the door allowing light in to reveal his face. It was Ryan, some a-hole who is known for inappropriate touching and well just being over disgrace to human beings all around. I quickly began running away, hoping this wouldn't happen again. I hoped for the same thing last time. This high school thing is stressful. The rest of the day passed by quicker than expected. The events at lunch hinder in the back of my mind. On cue the bells rang, 2:20pm. Teenagers that smelled of B.O and a hint of flowers flooded the hallways heading towards the student parking lot and the bus lot. I wish I knew how to drive. I walked out the doors as I entered this morning, plugging in my head phones and turning on music some good o'l Broadway jams as I race against the clock to get home. Getting into the city I slow down to a walk. I look around and take in the sights of the city. I can't ever be here at night, but during the day, though it's not as beautiful as the night, the day time still holds some magic. I've always loved living in New York and being close to the city. Before my mom started going on trips more often we'd always go see Broadway shows together. As I got older all of that changed. I think being a child, kids need their moms around, but hitting teenage years parents think it's a free pass to be gone all the time. Whatever. I'm not really a priority in anyone's life so why should they be one in mine? I continue strolling through the city looking up at the skyscrapers and buildings thinking to myself how awesome it would be to work in such a place at this everyday. You hear people complain about living in cities because they're too busy or too loud. All may be true but the city life is just my pace. Distracted by the view above I run into someones shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, I was wasn't paying attention" I say turning around to face the person. "You're not running this time" the person replied back. "You ran into me this morning...or I ran into you...which ever way it went, hello again." He said. "Yeah, I'm really really sorry about that, I was going to be late to school and I'm trying to keep my absences and tardies low if I can help it. I may need them later." I say referring to days I might need to stay home because I'm too hurt and bruised to go to school. "Why is that?" He asks. "Um, I mean no reason really just if I want to go on vacation or something" I say making things up as I go. I'm never going on vacations ever. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" He asks. "Kathrine Eastward, but I prefer to be called Kat for short" I answer. "Kathrine, Kat, that's a very nice name. My name is Lin-Manuel Miranda" he says. I've heard that name before. Where? "I feel like I've heard your name before?" I speak up. "Uh well, are you familiar with Broadway?" Lin asks. "I'm not a major fan, but I'd say I am a fan of Broadway" I answer. Lin smiles and continues to speak " I don't want to directly toot my own horn or anything, but I created and stared in the musicals In The Heights and the newest one Hamilton, both very successful if I do say so myself" Lin says. Oh yeah, it all makes sense now. "Oh that's awesome! I actually really loved In The Heights, I saw it with my mom when I was younger, we used to see a lot of Broadway shows together" I say in a sad tone of voice as I remember those days. "What happened?" Lin piped up. "She's just too busy now and she's not home, I'm not really sure where she is" I admit. "Oh, I'm sorry. Who do you live with if she's not around?" Lin questioned. "My step Dad, Gary. Oh crap!" I yell. "What! What is it?" Lin frantically asked looking alarmed. "What time is it" I ask quickly. "Um, 2:56. Is everything okay?" Lin asked. "I really gotta go" I say with fear covering my face thinking of what Gary might do if I'm not home on time. I have a 20 minute run ahead of me and I'm really behind. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Suddenly, I came up to my house and saw Gary's car parked in the driveway.

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Thought I'd just post the prologue and the first official chapter together so you can get a taste of the zesty story that has a lot of build up before the big SHA-BANG-A-ROO! It's gonna be a great one y'all, also so for future chapters "paciencia y fe". ZESTY!!!
*I dare you to find all the Hamilton inspired sentences with the essence of some lyrics..I can tell you there will be a few through out the story so when and if you find them shout em out! Fun to see who is paying attention.
~LinsDeadPonyTail