Aaron Burr kept his opinions to himself. He was scared that people would judge his opinions because of one person from his past. He kept to himself after that person. But could two people possibly change his perspective? Or will that one person make...
Shoutout to one of my favorite artists Violet-Madness (the art above is hers.) Her art is just so freaking amazing. Also the rest of this story will be what happened before Alexander and Aaron died and maybe a little bit of what happened after they died. ~~ Rewind to a year before the deaths of Alexander and Aaron.
Aaron POV:
High school at last. The place where I would be able to start anew. Be someone different than who I was in middle school and leave behind all of my old friends and enemies. At least...that is what I thought.
I stepped into the high school and checked out my surroundings. There were many hallways branching off in each direction. Lockers lined some of the walls. Many different classrooms and recreational areas were scattered everywhere. Students rushed to their classes. That was when I realized something. I was about to be late for class. I ran towards my history classroom. I did not want to give people a bad impression of me on the first day.
I finally reached the class and opened the door. I saw many faces turn and stare at me. Of course I'm late. Then I heard a voice from the front of the room. "You are late Mr.Burr, but it is okay because this is the first day. Welcome to History. I am Mr. Washington." I turned to see the teacher smiling at me. He seemed like a nice guy. He then gestured for me to take a seat. I looked at the rows of seats searching for a chair that wasn't occupied. I spotted one near the back and made my way towards it. I sat down and looked at the people next to me.
On my right, there was a girl with wavy brown hair. She had a lot of makeup on including dark red lipstick. She was wearing a red crop top and ripped black jeans with combat boots. And it seemed that she was chewing a piece of gum, even though that wasn't allowed.
On my left, there was a boy with really big, poofy, and frizzy brown hair. He had nice caramel skin and dark brown eyes. He was sporting a magenta shirt and blue jeans. He also had a bowl of Mac n' cheese in his lap and took a quick bite of it whenever the teacher wasn't looking. I mentally chuckled at this.
I really liked observing people. Not in a creepy stalking way, but just to take a deeper look at society and to learn about what other people are like. I was never really good at socializing, so I just observed people to learn about them.
Mr. Washington's voice broke my concentration. "This first class will just be used for you guys to get to know each other. Walk around the room. Greet other people. Make friends." He declared then sat in his chair. Oh god. I grabbed my sketchbook and opened up to a new page. I definitely did not want to socialize. I began to sketch when I felt my sketchbook yanked away from me.
"Hey, give that back!" I yelped. I looked up to see the man with frizzy brown hair going through my sketchbook.
"Oooo these are good. Can you teach me how to dr-" He was cut off by someone who walked up behind him.
"Thomas, give him back his sketchbook." The frizzy-haired man, Thomas, pouted and then handed me back my sketchbook. I hugged it close to my chest. It was probably my most valuable possession. Well, other than the bracelet I wore on my left wrist, given to me by my best friend.
"Awww, you suck the fun out of everything, Jemmy," Thomas whined.
The other man sighed. "Hi, I am James Madison, but you can just call me James. And this is my friend Thomas Jefferson." He greeted me kindly, rolling his eyes at Thomas.
"Uhh, Hi, I am Aaron Burr." I said awkwardly. Looks like I have to socialize.
"So, is this your first year here?" James asked.
"Yeah."
"This is our first year as well, although Thomas is a year older because he got held back in middle school for beating up 26-" Thomas then covered James' mouth.
"Let's forget about the past, okay?" Thomas said, laughing nervously.
"Fine," James said, then leaned towards me and quickly whispered, "He beat up 26 students and 3 teachers." Then, he fixed his posture so he was standing straight up and acted like nothing happened.
We talked for a little while longer, until Thomas got distracted by the girl behind us. She was the one who sat on my right.
Thomas walked up to her and started flirting with her. I heard James mumble, "I'm too gay for this shit," as he stared at Thomas and was about to go get him back.
"So, you're homosexual?" I asked, hoping not to offend James.
"Yeah, and Thomas is bisexual." He stated casually.
"Cool, I am omnisexual," I mumbled the last part, maybe hoping James wouldn't hear it. But he did.
"That's cool, man. It was nice getting to know you. I hope we can hang sometime. But right now, I have to go get Thomas. See ya!" He said, speed-walking over to Thomas.
"See you around," I responded. I walked back to my desk and sat on it, my sketchbook in my lap. I was looking over my sketches when I heard a voice I had hoped I would never have to hear again.
"Hi, faggot." I froze. I slowly tilted my head upwards until I saw the face of someone I knew to well. Someone who I thought I would be able to forget about.
Alexander Hamilton. ~~ Note: Regular chapters will most likely be longer than this. This was kinda just a set up for the next chapter. Also, for those of you who don't know what omnisexual means...
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