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Chapter 10

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the one where we go to history

Alexander's POV still

The four of us walked into the classroom. Well, more like we ran into the classroom, and were relieved when we discovered that Mr. Washington wasn't there yet.

"Basically, we can sit wherever we want. No assigned seats." Maria said. "So, you should sit with us." I nodded, and the three of us walked into the back of the classroom. We grabbed four desks that made a square.

"Oh my god, there's my interpreter." Theo said. I looked and saw a thin man with glasses walk inside the classroom. Looking back at Theo, I saw her signing again. Her hand was sideways against her chin, with her thumb folded into her palm.

"What does that mean?" I asked. She didn't answer. Aaron looked at Theo.

"Oh. That means bitch." he said. Oh.

The man walked over to us, and started signing to Theo. I hated his signing. It was short and choppy, like a robots. Theo made a face at him. She signed something to him, which was much more pleasing to watch. Her signing was like a beautiful free handed cursive written in ink with a feathered quill like in the American Revolution. His signing looked like a four year old wrote it, or perhaps someone writing in Comic Sans MS.

The man walked up to the front of the classroom, and for a moment I was scared he was going to start teaching the class in a voice worse than his signing, when Mr. Washington walked in. For the first time since meeting him, I was glad to see Mr. Washington. The suspiciously superficial compassion that radiated off of him and his wife was eerie and annoying. Plus, he kept trying to call me son.

"Alright. Apparently, I am trying to see how many times I can be late to class today. I wouldn't recommend this practice for you guys, they'll give you detention." Everyone laughed at that. I don't know why. Since when are crime and punishment funny? Hidee ho, going to kill this guy I hate! Oopsies, just got captured! Welp! Time to go to my death penalty, yipee!

Maybe I'm over thinking things again.

This class was, like all the others, boring and pointless. I do not care about the three G's of why European's moved to North America (which are God, Gold, and Glory by the way. Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't listen). When will I ever use this information about tobacco plantations, or whatever the fuck Jamestown is, in real life?

N E V E R

let me repeat

N to the E to the V to the other E to the R.

While I was busy making this little chant into a song in my head, Mr. Washington picked up his big book, and slammed it on the desk. It made a sound similar to the sound Peggy made getting my attention this morning, and it made everyone jump.

"And yah, de yah, de yah." Mr. Washington said. Everyone laughed again. Why is everyone in this class synced up? Well, everyone except me.

"I told you guys this unit was boring. I know you're bored. I am too." I had never considered the possibility that the teacher's hated school. If they hate it that much, why work here? They have a choice.

"But the next few units are better. They're the ones I'm famous for. I know what you kids talk about in the hallways. So like I said at the beginning of the year. Sit tight. It all gets better. Pack up." Everyone put their notebooks away. It was that exact moment I realized that I probably should have been taking notes.

The bell rang, and everyone walked out of the class.

"Mr. Hamilton, a word?" Mr. Washington called. "Don't worry, I'll write you a pass." I walked over to his desk. Aaron hung by the door.

"Mr. Burr?" Mr. Washington called.

"Yes sir?" Aaron responded.

"Close the door on your way out." Aaron looked like he wanted to object, but he closed the door and left. I turned back to Mr. Washington.

"So, how are things at school, Alexander?" he asked me.

"They're fine, George." I said. He gave me a look, as if I had crossed a line, even though he was the one to drop formalities.

"Are you making friends?" I bit my lip.

Tell him about Aaron my brain whispered. And Maria and Theo.

"I don't make friends." He frowned at me.

"Alexander, we discussed this. You have to talk to people, to make friends."

It was my turn to frown at him. "Give me one good thing that could come from socializing with this immature, highly unintellectual, sex obsessed children, George."

George didn't have anything to say about that, so I left the room.

I wanted to run. To run away from my stupid foster father and this stupid school with its stupid children with their stupid curls. To run away from the hills of Virginia back to the beaches of Nevis. To run away to eat piragua and laugh at the businessmen in their suits on this hot day, to skip  down the sidewalks and dance in the alleyways. To scream the island's name so loud you swear you can hear music playing, or to say it so soft it's almost like praying.

Instead, I take a left and go to science.

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