Growing up Hamilton

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Alexander's POV:

I was walking into the classroom, looking left to right. It is very colorful and really nice! A bald, black man came walking towards me. "Oh, hello! Are you new?" The man asked. "Yeah! Sure!" I said.
"I'm Mr. Washington. What's your name?" He pondered. "I'm Alexander Hamilton, but you can call me Alex! I come the Caribbean, spec-ific-ally Nevis. But, there was a hurri-cane that happened so, we had to move. And that's why I'm here!" I chuckled.
Mr. Washington nodded his head. "Okay, I hope you like learning here!" He said. "I will!" I responded.
I walked around, looking at all the kids. "Um, Mr. Washington? Where do I sit?" I asked. "Sit in the one with your name on it. Ok?" He responded. I looked around until I found a chair and table with a sticker that said my name. I slowly sat down and looked at the whiteboard.

"Hello class." Mr Washington announced. "Hello, Mr. Washington!" The class said in.. uni-son? "Today, something very exciting is happening!" Washington claims. A boy with a brown afro in the lane above mine asked "Are we gonna have mac and cheese during lunch?" Hmm. Why mac and cheese? "Well, no. We have a new student!" Washington announces. Wait. Is he talking about me? "Alex, could you come up here?" He asked. I nod as get up off of my seat. "I'm Alexander Hamilton! But you can call me Alex, I'm from Nevis-" i said but, Washington interrupted "Okay, okay. Let's get going. Alexander could you sit down, please?" Wait. Did I do something wrong? Anyway, I ob-lige. "Now, let's say the pledge of elegance." Mr Washington said.

-timeskip because tacos-

After history class, it's time for lunch! As we line up, I see a black boy. Kinda around my age and is wearing a purple sweater. Hmm, he seems familiar. As we get to the cafe-teria, I see the same kid. I'm gonna talk to him. "Um, hi!" I say.