Love letters (Jamilton story) !!DISCONTINUED!!

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Throughout all of my days in high school nobody has ever really acknowledged me except for my friend, James Madison. We talk every now and then but we were really close friends in middle school but that all changed when he got his new boyfriend, Aaron Burr. To be honest, i've never really known my sexuality. I just haven't found the right guy or girl i guess. I mean i might find the right person if i actually talked to people like James always says. But i can't force it. At least it gives me no distractions from school. Speaking of school i should get to that hell hole. 

I walk out of my house and get into my car, grabbing my bag on the way out. I open my car door and the alarm starts going. If this isn't true fear i don't know what is, and don't want to. I quickly fumble to get my keys out of my pocket and turn it off. When the alarm stops i sigh heavily. what a great start to my day. I hear quiet snickering from across the street. I turn to see a short boy with long brown hair tied in a messy bun. He had a strap bag on his shoulder that had some books and lots of loose papers with writing on them in it. We made eye contact and he stopped smiling gaining composure. I saw he didn't have a car and started walking in the direction of Kings. Is he new? I get in my car and start it. I look back out the window one last time. I probably didn't notice him because i don't talk to anyone. I pulled out of my driveway and drove to school passing by the short man and looking in the rear view to see him smiling to himself.

I walk into first period bored out of my mind. The teacher called roll, only a few kids were absent. My attention gets caught when the teacher says, "Alexander Hamilton?" i hear a faint "here." from two seats behind me and one across. i turn around to see the same boy. He wasn't new was he? I think i've seen him hang around John Laurance and Hercules Mulligan. I think Lafayette was with them too but that was just because Hercules was. "We're doing a project for the next few weeks." i internally groan. I was about to slam my head on the desk before the teacher says, " You will write a letter to someone in this room. You will not tell them it's you writing these letters you will not know who the other person is." Now i was interested. "You will be paired by writing a letter, and i will sort them into pairs and hand them out at the end of  class.". This actually seems fun. The teacher let us work on writing our letters for 30 minutes before picking them up. Mine wasn't to bad. Not saying it's good though.

                        Dear Someone,

                       I may not know who you are, but in time whether you want to do this project or not, i will try to make this entertaining for you at least. Never been very good with introductions, but hello, i suppose would be a good start.

                                                          sincerely, me

Not too long after i finish the teacher picks up the writings and goes through them all, sorting them into neet piles with two in each stack. She then handed back everyone's letters to someone new, and gave us our letters. The one i got was in beautiful calligraphy. I'm glad i got this one, most people in this class can't read calligraphy. It wasn't too long but longer than mine.

                     Dear mister or mistress,

I'm not one to write to someone, only for myself. Though i do not mind sharing my everflowing thoughts with someone. I anticipate with plead and expectation your returning letter. Even if your mind is elsewhere over the next few weeks, i hope a relationship of a sort will stay remaining.

Your lowly servant, A.H

I'm not gonna lie they sure had a way with writing. I only ever wrote an essay called DOI with Laffayette for civics. The initials make me wonder. A.H? Who the hell? i choose not to dwell on it too long. The teacher picks about half the students to stay after class, me being one of them. She tells  us our homework is to write a reply letter to our person. I was the only one who was even half excited for this. I was forced to talk to someone in my class who appears to want to do this project too, and we don't have to look face-to-face! It's perfect.

After a long 8 hours i get back home and pull into my driveway. I step out of my car with my bag strap hanging off one shoulder. I shut the door and go inside. I'm supposed to get my sisters to do their homework before i did mine, but they were always home an hour after me so i always decide to use my free time on my phone. I pull out my phone and sit on the couch. I scroll through a couple social medias. Seems like everyone knows who their partner is. I see posts like 'I knew i'd write to my besty!' or 'My crush is my writing partner!' ugh. Weren't we supposed to ya'know, not know who they were? i sigh and continue to scroll through posts. I get an add for a website, 'Wattpad'? It's a writing site apparently. I'm bored enough so i make an account with the username, Mac&Magenta, the same as my other social medias. I don't think much of it except it'll be a good way to practice writing and maybe keep in contact with my writing pair.

After i help my sisters with their homework i go to my room upstairs and start writing. 

                   To A.H,

I may not be an experienced writer like yourself but i do also wish to form some sort of relationship. I feel as if something is drawing me towards you. You understand right? If you still wish to keep in contact after these few weeks we could exchange numbers or meet up if you would like. That is after these few weeks of letters are done.

sincerely, T.J