Adi's P.O.V.

I had been alone for a while it seems. My parent's said they were taking a small trip overseas. That was a way to sugarcoat that they were leaving for a year for business. I walk downstairs, sighing as I opened the fridge, glancing around. I didn't see anything I could eat-wait. I then smirked to myself. "Since my parents aren't here....they can't tell me what I can't eat!" I then grab some of my ice cream that I saved and ran upstairs with a spoon. I sit on my bed and crack it open, grinning. "Chocolate cookie dough come to Mama-" I mumbled as I spooned some out, stuffing it in my mouth. "Oh my god y e s-" I mumble as I groan happily. "Who needs friends and family? I can live off ice cream for a while." I mumbled again. After a bit, I close it, putting it in my small mini fridge. "Hm....What should I do...?" I ask myself, sitting on my bed. "I'm alone, and no one can get in my way. Dance party with Hamilton-" I then run downstairs, going into the kitchen and  shuffling through my music playlist, stopping on 'What'd I miss' happily. I danced around ridiculously while screaming the words and sliding on my socks, bumping into the wall a lot. God, I'm such a oof. I had tired myself out after going through the whole playlist, going back upstairs. I close my door while panting, and slowly walk to my window. I look outside, my heart beating suddenly as a shooting star went by. I then giggled, thinking of a wish. "I wish the cast of Hamilton would live in real times with me. Can you do that?" I ask no one jokingly as I shake my head. I glance at at the clock, sighing as I got into bed. Closing my eyes, I felt myself getting sleepier by the second. I then fell asleep, dreaming of the wish I made.

•The next day•

My sleep was suddenly interrupted by a loud crash coming from downstairs. I immediately grab my bat from my Harley Quinn cosplay last year and slowly make my way down the stairs. I quickly run to a wall, hiding by it. I then heard voices. A lot of them.

"What the héll? Wasn't I in my office?"

"I died....right?"

"Oui! I...I am not at home anymore."

"I was sewing...."

"What the héll is Hamilton doing here?"

"Should ask you the same thing, jackäss."

"Thomas don't get yourself in trouble..."

"Anyone care to explain why we're here?"

"No idea....What is that though?"

"I...don't know. Where's Peggy?"

"I'm here!"

"Ok. That's it." I quickly peep in, my eyes widening at the sight. "What the...." There were a bunch of people In my living room. Hey, that one looks like Alexander Hamilton....and Aaron Burr...John Laurens, Lafayette, Hercules....Angelica, Eliza, Peggy. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Jemmy James Madison. It all clicked in my mind. That wish I made on the star....How? Aren't they dead? I went to peep my head back, but I tripped on my feet and landed on my stomach. Everyone turned to look at me, and I froze. Oh no. The guy who looked like Hamilton, raised an eyebrow at me. "A colored person...?" He whispered gently, looking at me, trying to scan my features. "No way...She can't be..." The guy who looked like John bended down to me, looking at my hands. Everyone mumbled to themselves as they looked at me one by one. Then, the man with the curly hair spoke up. "Must be a slave. Look at her. She looks a mess." My eyes darted to curly hair, glaring at him harshly. Standing, I walked straight up to him, but walked over to a chair and pulled it over so I could look him in the eyes. "Slavery ended years ago. Get facts straight." I say simply. I then jump down from the chair, grabbing my bat. "Ok, spill. Who are you people? My parents are overseas and I surely don't know you." I say quickly. "First, who are you petite dame??" The guy with the French accent slightly pushed my bat down. "Abigail...?" I slowly set my bat down, looking at them confused. "Who are you people? You don't know my parents..."

"Alexander Hamilton."

"Aaron. Aaron Burr."

"John Laurens, the first person to lead a army with African Americans!"

"Hercules Mulligan, I heard your mother said-" John quickly had covered Hercules' mouth while huffing. "Ignore him..."

"Angelica, little lady."

"Eliza Schuyler. Pleasure to meet you."

"And Peggy!! I'm Peggy!"

"George Washington. You are quite small for a child.."

"Of course, the best of all, me-" Everyone groaned, shaking their head.

"James Madison..."

I nod slowly, trying to take it all in. "Ok....I new wishing on stars were good luck, but I didn't know this would happen...!" I say softly as I sighed. "Wait, you w i s h e d for us to be here?" Alexander raised an eyebrow. "It was a joke! I didn't know it would come true!!" I exclaimed. "Just, follow me. You need to sit down for this..." As I walked upstairs, there was one thing floating through my mind...

How am I gonna get them back to 1776...?