·~ What Do I Know About Love?~· (Jamilton)

Chapter 1 9/6/21 (Pilot)

It was a droozy day in New York city. It was pouring outside of the high school Alexander went to, Eleanor Roosevelt high school. Alexander was zoning out at his seet, He was in Band class, He played a wood clarinet. Alex prefered the soft, low wood sound the clarinet made rather then the resin kind. The Band room was rather large, Well compared to the rest of the class rooms in the school. There were lots of posters for different clubs, Lots of chairs and music stands. There was some very colorful, And stained carpet, a large pedestal where Alexander's band teacher conducted and tought class. There were a few tables around the room with instruments, There was a trumpet, Trombone, Tuba, Euphonium, Clarinet, Bass Clarinet, Saxophone, and flute.

"Alex. Alex!" Mr. Washington yelled trying to get his attention.
"Class is dismissed"
"Oh um sorry Mr. Washington Sir, I just zoned out and-"
Alex was trailing on as per usual
"Its fine Alexander, But I do suggest you get a Clarinet tutor because you are.. Um behind in class and I just would like you to catch up with the rest of the class."

"Yes Sir." Alexander Hamilton gathered all his belongings into his bag. Mr. Washington winked at Hamilton as he walked out of band to his next class. Once it was the end of the day Alexander started walking home until he heard the voice of someone he knew.

"Well hey there Hamilton" It was his main bully, James Reynolds. Alexander ignored James and kept walking towards his house.
"Hey Bitch look at me when Im talking to you!"

Reynolds yanked at Hamilton from his backpack making him stumble into a puddle of water from when it was raining. And thats it, Thats when the memorys all came flooding back to him. Alexander sat in that puddle of water for another 30 seconds. He could hear his Mother screeming for him, and all the damage that hurricane did. He could see his Father drowning in the what looked like to him oceans of water. Hamilton layed in the puddle of water weeping. Reynolds stood there confused. "What are you gonna do, Just sit there and cry you eyes out asshole?" Reynolds then proceded to kick Alex in the torso, And his legs. Then once Reynolds had enough, He spit on Alexander who was still in the puddle, On the ground crying tears of pain, Mental and physical pain.

Alex thought about going to Mr. Washington for help but didn't want to bother him, Alexander always felt like a burden around others. He developed bad anxiaty from all the tramatic, upsetting experiences he has been though. So he just limped home, more then a limp though. He was barley able to walk whatsoever.
But thankfully his home was only a block away. Alexander reached for his doorknob and with his hands shaking he opened the front door. His house was a 2 story, average home. He had a couch next to a leather reclining chair. There was a nicley sized TV, and lots of plants. His bedroom on the second floor had a queen size bed with soft, cotton, Fabric duvet comforter. He also had a dark, Spruce wood desk in his room, There were drawers in the desk that contained paper, his journal, pens, pencils, and ink. Alexander walked into his mess of a house.

Alex Made a groan out of spite pain. He took of his shirt just to see the damages done. His whole lower torso was bruised awfully. Alex then removed his pants (He has boxers on, Dont worry yall) just to see more purple bruises. Alexander looked in the mirror and wasn't impressed with what he saw in his reflection. Alexander was very insacure about his scars. He had self harm scars. Alexander has gone through many periods of his life were he was morbidly depressed. He hobbled his way to his bathroom to get a first aid kit to tend to his injures. He grabed the first aid kit and applied a bandages to his bruised areas.

He put his shirt and sweat pants back on, Then limped over to his couch, Grabed his laptop and layed down. He googled 'Clarinet tutors' and scrolled until he found someone for a reasonable price, and place. "Hmm I think he will work." He said to himself, Alexander didn't live with anyone. "His name is Thomas Jefferson, and he has classes every Tuesday and Friday for 50$ per week, 1 hour per day, Seems reasonable enough"