I walked around the school, trying to find someone who hadn't seen me fighting that guy. Finally, after almost an hour, I found someone. They were timid and small, looking almost like they were trying to blend in with the walls.
"Hey, could you help me?" I asked. We were the only two people in the hall and yet she didn't turn to look at me.
"Hello?" I tried again. I set my hand on her shoulder and she jumped back a couple steps, looking shocked.
"Wh-who are y-you?" She asked, trying to regain composure.
"I'm John Laurens. And you are?"
"Margret Schuyler, a pl-pleasure..." Margret stared at me a moment, looking almost like she was assessing me.
"Umm... could you help me?" I asked again. She stopped observing me and seemed confused.
"Me? What could I help you with?"
"Well... I'm a bit new here, I'm the guy who moved in with Alexa-"
"You're Hamilton's new roommate!? Oh man..." This scared me a bit. What was happening here? What's wrong with Alexander?
"What's going on?" I asked after a moment. Margret just shook her head, telling me to follow her. I did, and we eventually came to her dorm. She walked in, closed the door, and locked it. There were two other girls there.
"Oooh, you brought a boy home!" One of them exclaimed, running over. Margret simply held out her hand and stopped her, shaking her head. As soon as she did this, the other girl stopped, she seemed surprised. It was almost as if she and Margret had spoken telepathically to each other. Another girl came over to us, seeing that something was going on.
"John, these are my sisters; Elizabeth and Angelica," Margret told me, pointing at the two girls when she said their names.
"So, you're one of the new kids. Are you Hamilton's roommate?" Elizabeth asked. Why does everyone call him Hamilton? Am I the only one that calls him Alexander?
"Okay... so, I assume you want the story..." Angelica sighed, looking down.
"First, you'll need some background information...
"Hamilton was a normal kid at this school. That is, before the incident. He was in class when he started getting a call. He answered it, seeing as it was an emergency number. The professor started yelling at him to get off the phone, but... then he started crying. People weren't avoiding him then, so they knew that something must have been wrong because through everyone's time knowing him, he'd never cried. Not even when he broke his arm. He ran out of the room and slammed it behind him. It was sunny that day, so it seemed like an unfit time to run out of the building. His good friend Aaron Burr was the one who stopped him from running off. Hamilton hasn't been the same since." Angelica sighed. I was about to ask a question, try to say something, but then Margret spoke up.
"Then, there was Jefferson. Jefferson never liked Hamilton, he thought that he was too good, that he might one up his popularity somehow, so... he relentlessly bullied him. One day, however, he took it too far. You see, the when he ran out the building, it was because he'd just caught wind of his cousin's suicide, who was the last person in his family. On this day, about two months later, the story began..."
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LET'S TAKE A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE!
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Past Hamilton's POV
It was a day like any other. I grabbed my notebooks and other things out of my locker and closed it behind me. I began walking down the hall, my eyes to the floor, staring at my black shoes and pants. I was so focused on the ground, that I didn't notice I was about to crash into someone and, when I did, it was too late. I looked up to see Thomas standing over me. He seemed pissed, as per usual. He slammed his hand down on what I was holding, knocking it to the floor as I staggered back with the sudden movement.
"So, you let me hit your things again, eh? I bet that's why your cousin killed himself. He didn't want to be associated with such a weakling." He scoffed, looking at his lackeys. The hallway held a collective breath, and I felt my face heat up in frustration as angry tears welled in my eyes.
"Aw, you gonna cry, wittle Alex?" He said in a baby voice, laughing after. I couldn't take it anymore. He'd gone too far this time. Before he even knew what was happening, I reared my hand back and punched him straight in the jaw, sending him to the ground.
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END OF DOWN MEMORY LANE!
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"So, yeah... that's how it happened." Margret finished, looking away.
"But I don't understand!" I shouted, "How could this happen? How could everyone suddenly hate him like this?"
"Because Jefferson is the most popular kid here. Punching him is like punching the president. Besides, you're supposed to get expelled for hitting anyone. Yet, all Hamilton got was suspended for a couple weeks. This angered the students, as they assumed he was in good with the principal (George Washington). They assumed that he had bribed him or something. So, they all began to hate him. No one knew that he worked harder than anyone else, no one knew that his grades were valid, no one knew anything." Elizabeth explained to me, placing a hand gently on my shoulder. I removed her handd and glared at the three sisters.
"If you knew all this time what Alexander was going through and that he didn't deserve it, then why didn't you didn't help him!?" I exclaimed angrily. They all seemed startled.
"Everyone'd turn against us as well if we did!" Angelica explained, trying to reason with me.
"So what!? He needed help! He needs help! How could you stand idly by and watch him get bullied like this!? It isn't right!" I yelled. I couldn't stand this anymore. I knew now what Alexander meant, and I didn't care. I don't care that I'm now caught up in a war, I'm going to fight through it! No one deserves to be mistreated, and especially not him.
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Fanfiction(MODERN! EVERYONE'S IN COLLEGE! Continue at your leisure.) The orphan, the punching bag, the underdog, the freak show, the immigrant. All of these are the words to describe this one student at the college. He can't seem to catch a break from the con...
