Everyday was the same. He woke up facing the same old boring wall. When he stood he saw the same bed, drawers and clothes.
Jefferson had it all memorized. His day.
Wake up.
Get ready.
English.
Math.
PE.
Lunch.
Science.
Debate.
History.
Home.
Homework.
Chores.
Food.
Break.
Sleep.
That's what he would tell most people. But his schedule was more specific than that. His train of thought couldn't keep to one specific schedule. What did he do during class? Did he skip? When has he gone to the nurse? How far is his locker? What does he do for lunch? Does he like his friends? His girlfriend? What does break mean?
None of those questions went answered. Nobody asked him. Nobody wondered. Most people dreaded changed. They'd cry and beg for the past to return, for a happy time. Everyone wanted the past. Never the future.
For Thomas Jefferson? He needed change. He craved it.
Everyone at school was the same. Boring as shit. He found no amusement in the people or the subjects. He went against his will. Who would listen to a seventeen year old anyways? He was craving a change. He needed it or he'd go insane. So he didn't mind when James Madison walked into his debate class.
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Rather Sleep. {Jeffmads}
Fanfiction"There's something wrong with that Madison kid." "Yea." And I intend to find out. Trigger! Eating disorder. Self harm. (Mentions of) Death. Drugs. Weed. Scary/creepy theories. (Mentions of)Blood. Credits! The beautiful art above is not mine I only...
