The Oregon Trail

The Journey Begins

Dated: 1843, March 28th - April 15th

~March 28th~

Thomas Jefferson, A tall, dark-skinned, elegant man with curly black hair looked out over the city. This was the last time he'd see civilization for a long time, he knew that.. but he was rich, so this dumb journey would be a piece of metaphorical cake, no doubt.

Some people may have questioned why Jefferson would have even wanted to leave his home in Independence, Missouri in the first place. He had everything, the nicest of clothes, attractive features, and (almost) everyone he met basically worshiped him. Why leave? The answer: He desperately needed a fresh start.

Thomas was well known, and although everyone treated him like a god because of his money, he had a nasty history. Each one of his mistakes was remembered, sculpted into granite slabs and recorded so they could forever be used against him.

Taking the trip across the Oregon Trail would be worth it in the long run, Thomas knew it.

~March 29th~

There was no possible way he could do this. As Thomas watched the small group of people he was traveling with load the wagon they were to be living in for a few months, he felt his head spin with so many different sickening feelings. The main emotion clogging his thoughts though? Pure loathing for the gremlin of a man who was coming with them. Four- maybe five whole months stuck with none other than Alexander Hamilton. The short, irritating man that hadn't been mentioned until Thomas' cousin, Lafayette, had strode up with the parasite walking beside him.

Lafayette was a tall, thin, French immigrant with long curly hair that he kept in a high ponytail using a piece of yarn. He had a smooth voice that almost resembled butterscotch, paired perfectly with a beautiful french accent, and chocolaty dark brown eyes that you could swear would melt in sunlight. Thomas had no clue how his cousin had befriended the short boy helping pack the wagon.

Hamilton was no taller than 5'7 with wavy, messy, black hair that almost went past his shoulders. He wore a green satin coat that looked too expensive for the rat to wear, and he had gorgeous violet-blue eyes that shone with his ideas and glittered with his stubbornness. As much as Thomas loathed to admit it, Alex was indeed a smart man. He had a quick wit paired with an even quicker silver bullet tongue, a strong sense of pride and devotion to his beliefs. In addition to that, he was an astounding writer. He could talk for hours on end and leave crowds speechless.

Thomas, if he really thought about it (which he did not like to do), realized Alexander would have made a good friend and partner. If he really, really thought about, he and Alexander could have taken their country by the reins and driven it to a new high. That is, if Alex wasn't the angry, obnoxious, loud-mouthed, disrespectful, annoying little bird he was, always singing his dumb song for everyone to hear whether they wanted to listen or not.

Thomas thought of himself as more of a peacock when it came to birds..

He realized he had spaced out, instantly standing straighter so he'd seem taller, noticing that the little bird brain was in front of him, staring at him with something of a confused look.

"What?" Jefferson already sounded defensive, looking at the sky to see he had been out for almost an hour.

"Well, we're done loading the wagon, I came to thank you for all the help." Alexander is such a parasite..

"That's not all you should be thanking me for. Who's letting you come with him and being so gracious as to let you have blankets, food, and warm clothes? Me? Yes, me." Thomas, fixing the collar of his shirt turned and walked to the wagon, not waiting for Hamilton to respond.