Chapter 9

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John stepped inside Alexander's apartment happily, on a Saturday morning. Alexander led him to the couch, making him sit down.
"So what's up?" John asked, leaning back. 
"This." Alexander leaned towards the coffee table in front of them, picking up a notebook named; 'Jefferson.'
"Holy-" John sat straight up, surprised. Alexander nodded, cutting him off.
"I know. I haven't had the chance to read it, but I have the time now." He opened the book, starting with the first page. 

                                                                                   THOMAS JEFFERSON'S
                                                                                                 Journal

Alexander flipped to the next page, where more words were held.

 March 11, 2019.
Dear, Journal

New school, new me. 

March 27, 2019.

Expelled.

January 13, 2020.

New school, new me. I have some great feelings about this school. Tigerson High School, the only school in the district that'll allow me in. 

After they read a few pages, they began to give up. Nothing interesting was being read. Alexander closed the notebook in anger. John raised his hand up, as Alexander began to put it away.
"Wait." he pulled the book back towards him, confused. John reached over to grab the book, pointing out a marked page.
"Why would he have a marked page?" Alexander questioned, a brow raising as John opened up to the page. His friend shrugged, stopping at the right chapter.
Alexander blinked, his eyes focusing on dark spots opposite of the paper's color. John seemed to be asking what it was too.
"January 24, 2020. Mother and Father left today. Good, I'm not in the mood for father's lectures. Now, let's talk about Alexander Hamilton. He seems really trustworthy, he amazes me. His writing skills are perfect for this school, I believe he has a great future." John stopped there, glancing up at Alexander. 
"Let's go back a few pages..." he looked back down to the book, rewinding. He stopped on page 137. More dark spots covered the page.
"I hate this dumbass school, this dumbass house, these dumbass people. That dumbass person I call a father." more followed, but they both exchanged nervous glances.
"Those are tears." John pointed out. Alexander grappled his hair, like he was in a bad situation that he couldn't solve.
"Now we have an explanation." he whispered.
"We have to help him Alexander, we need to get him out of this life he doesn't want to have. He obviously doesn't want to hurt people." 

(Sorry this is really short, but I thought it would be good to end it here. :3)


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