Hamiltots: An American School Story

Aaron Burr, Sir

I came up to Aaron during free time. He was reading a book. As I took a peek at the book, I could tell it had to be for 3rd- no, 4th graders! Now I saw how he was so socially accepted...

"Excuse me, are you Aaron Burr?" I ask him, trying not to fidget with my hands.

"That depends, who's asking...?" Aaron inquired, looking at me.

"Oh, well, sure. I'm Alexander Hamilton. I've been looking for you..." I stammered. I felt like I was speaking to literal royalty.

"I'm getting nervous..." Aaron said with a hint of concern. I knew that he knew I was going a bit too far.

"Well, I heard your name at lunchtime, and I was looking for a new friend! I want to do what you do; be able to be accepted..." I trembled nervously.

I saw Aaron put down his book and nod his head. He then tapped the empty seat, hinting me to sit down.

I sat down.

"So, how'd you do it? How'd you get so popular?" I inquired, hoping to get some advice.

"It was what I've always wanted since I came here..." Aaron replied at me.

"I'm new here too! God, I wish there was a way for me to prove I'm not just some 'poor immigrant'..." I say, feeling a bit less nervous than before.

I saw a slight grin appear on Aaron's face

"Can we meet at recess?" Aaron requested

I could feel a smile on my face as well

"That would be nice..." I beamed.

"While we're talking, I'll tell you some advice; Talk less, smile more" Aaron's added.

"What? That doesn't make sense!" I said, confusedly. What he said made absolutely no sense to me.

"You wanna get accepted?" Aaron asked with a smirk.

"Yes..." I stammered

"Fools who talk too much end up without friends..." Aaron said with a hint of seriousness.

Suddenly, the recess bell rung. Me and Aaron got out of our chairs and lined up for go outside. After grabbing our free pack of fruit-snacks and a juice box, Aaron led me to where his group of friends hung out. I could hear them having...some kind of rap battle?

"I'm John Lauren's, in the place to be! Two boxes of juice, but I'm working on three! Those younger kids don't wanna mess with me! Cause I'll pop chick-a pop the teachers 'till I'm free!" One kid started rapping. I had to admit, he was pretty good...

"Ouais, oui, oui ! je m'appelle Lafayette
The king of l'aire de jeux. I came from France juste just to say bonjour! Dites au vieux roi va-t-en ! Who's the best? C'est moi!" I heard another kid rap in a foreign language. I didn't know what language it was, but it sounded pretty hard to learn...

There was another kid that looked way older than all of us, that didn't rap. Instead, he was the one making the beat. He was probably a sixth grader...

"Let's raise another box to the election!" I heard the 3rd grader declare

After clinking their juice boxes together, the group looked over at Aaron.

"You gonna run for president this year?" The 3rd grader shouted

"We'll see where I land..." Aaron said while rolling his eyes. Although, I did wonder what the group was talking about...

Suddenly, one of the kids spotted me. Which caused the other two to see me as well. Eventually, the entire group started at me as if I were an alien.

"Who are you?" The group (except for Aaron) said in unison.