CHAPTER THREE

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(y/n)'s pov

We got my books at I put them in my locker. She guided me to my first class when the bell rang.

"Our homeroom teacher's name is Mrs. Thelen. She teaches Chemistry."

"Ok thanks."

"No problem."

We walked together to our class.

(Time skip! Brought to you by Hamilton the musical!!)

It was lunch and I sat by myself. I had my Jack Skelton lunch box and I had my headphones blasting Aaron Burr, sir.

" I'm John Laurens in the place to be
A-two pints o' Sam Adams but I'm working on three
Ha!
Those redcoats don't want it with me
Cause I will pop-chicka-prrop these cops till I'm free-"

Someone started rapping with me as I unpacked my lunch box.

"Oui, oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette
The Lancelot of the revolutionary set
I came from afar just to say bonsoir
To the king, "Casse toi"
Who is the best? C'est moi."

I looked up to see the splitting image of Lafayette himself- I'm just joking he looks nothing like fucking Lafayette!!-

"Wow hello Lafayette my name is John Laurence."

He looked at me like I was stupid or some shit.

"I'm just fucking kidding Levi."

"Tch, so you listen to Hamilton?"

"Well fuck I don't know what you mean by that it's not like I know the fucking musical by heart."

"Brat."

"Really? Your calling me brat and you ask dumb ass questions like that."

"Well damn Levi! You finally met your match!"

"Shut the fuck up Farlan."

"Big bro! Big bro! Who is she?..."

Said a girl with pigtails as she poked my cheek.

I pushed her hand back roughly.

"Tch, don't touch me."

"Ohh! Farlan she's a female Levi!!"

"Shut up! I could very well be transgender! Have you heard of fucking equality."

"Welp my name is Isabel!"

They all sat at the table I was sitting at.






~Leah

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