Jamilton, a game

Chapter 7: Hamilton goes to Laf's house.

Laf's POV

"Yeah, just a nickname, if you want it."

"N-Nick, name? Forgive me mon ami, there are still a few words I don't know."

"C'est un surnom mon pote, tu sais ce que c'est vrai?" (It's a nickname buddy, you know what that is right?)

"Oh, oui, oui"

"D'accord hmhm" (Okay hmhm)

We ride the rest of the way talking about our parents and families. I give Hamilton the ghost monitor I have to make him feel better. I have plenty more at home anyways. Once the bus stops for us to get off we get off the bus together and walk onto the school grass. Students are still talking, but we do not care. We continue to walk and laugh. Hamilton speaks to me in french considering it is my first language and am more familiar with it. He helps me understand some things in English that I only know in French. Once class time comes he tries to sit next to me as much as possible, but of course we have to be apart in some classes, apparently this particular school works slightly different than others. 

In one of my classes without him I sit down, he told me to write the words I didn't understand and to do my best to write them.

"Okay class," the teacher starts "we have a new student who joined us yesterday, he will be introducing himself today. Go ahead."

I stand up slightly nervous, but I can feel my family in the room, and the nervousness disappears. "Bonjour my classmates, my name is Marie Joseph-Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette."

"Ooooo," the teacher says, probably trying to make me feel like everyone is interested in me. "Would you like to tell the class a couple things about yourself?"

I nod my head to her. "Well let's see. I moved from Chavaniac-Lafayette, France, I um.." I try to think of other things, I don't wanna sound weird to other kids just because of saying that I have helpers or that I don't have my family. "I am extremely interested in the wars, and I have a lovely little cat names tux because she is a tuxedo cat and she has a little black right where a bow-tie would be on an actual tuxedo."

"Lovely ." The teacher says as I sit down.

We continue until there is something I don't understand. "Now, this study can be known to some as hard, incompetent, maybe even inconceivable. But it is not those things-"

"Excuse me miss."

She stops and looks at me.

"Pardon me for interrupting, but, there is a word I do not understand.. two of them actually.. would you be able to write them on the board so that I may write them for a friend to help me understand in my first language?"

"um, sure, which words were they?"

"They sounded like.. umm.. in.. incom-"

"Incompetent, and?"

"In.. Incon.. Inconcei-"

"Inconceivable." She turns around and writes the two words on the board. I get out a paper and follow them letter by letter. 'I-n-c-o-m-p-e-t-e-n-t.  And.  I-n-c-o-n-c-e-i-v-a-b-l-e'

"Merci." I say as I finish, she nods her head and continues teaching the class.

I listen as closely as I can, and while I listen and learn I also pay close attention to words I don't understand. After the class I walk out to the last one of the day. So technically Hamilton and I only have three classes without each other.