How does a bastard, orphan, son without a mother and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of an elementary school in America, grow up to be a leader and a scholar?
ALEXANDER'S POV:
I stood in front of a classroom, looking as nervous as ever. I had never been to a school before; let alone an American school.
Mr. Washington was talking to the other students about me, but I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking about how nerve-wrecking a new school could be. I could see all the other students starting at me as if I were an outsider (which I was).
"What's your name?" I heard Mr. Washington ask me.
I immediately snap out of my nervous state, and give him an answer.
"Alexander Hamilton. My name is Alexander Hamilton..." I say awkwardly.
I guess Mr. Washington could see how nervous I was, because he let me sit down. I was sat down next to a kid named...Aaron Burr (?)
I stayed quiet until lunch time. I didn't have anyone to speak to, anyways. I didn't really pay attention to the other kids, which made them not pay attention to me. And honestly, I don't know if that makes me feel better or worse...
Something I did notice though, is how popular this 'Aaron Burr' kid seemed to be. He was smart, socially accepted, and good looking (if I do say so myself). It thought maybe if I could become friends with Aaron, maybe it could help me climb up the social ladder (whatever that meant.)
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Hamiltots: An American School Story
Historical FictionCredits to: abi rhee (For this amazing cover :D)