Eliza's POV

I had arrived at the campfire early and had begun to assist Washington with roasting the marshmallows. For some odd reason I keep burning them though. Heh. Then I saw a cheese bus pull up in the distance. "Hey professor? Why is there a school bus here?" I ask. The children weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow.

"Oh, they must be here early. Shoot..." I heard George mutter under his breath. The bus doors opened. The first three kids to get off were a boy with freckles and long curly hair. Kinda like John except for his hair was in a bun. The second was a girl with brown skin, and hair in a ponytail. She was beautiful. The next kid was a girl with dark(dank)er brown skin. Her hair was in two braids, and she had her nose stuffed into a biography about one of the founding fathers. The rest of the kids got off of the bus, and headed in my direction.

Hercules' POV

I looked in the mirror. Lafayette had put some eyeliner and eyeshadow on me, so I looked like emo Rodrick from diary of a wimpy kid. Comment if the new Rodrick is #notyourrodrick Then he gave me a purple crop top to wear that said "Le Baguette". And lastly, he gave me a pair of jeans. Which weren't too bad if you didn't consider the fact that his legs were skinnier than mine! Which made the way harder to put on. Oh and he also said he would give me 100 dollars if I wore this to the campfire. You can't argue with money. I can smell the Benjaminz already...💧💧💧

"Wonderful, you look gorgeous" said Laf, taking my hand and leading me to his dresser. He then handed me $100. "Wait....this isn't American money....." I said, scanning it. "Well" the Frenchman started off smugly. "I said I would give you one hundred dollars. I never said it had to be 100 in American money. "Really, French money?" I said rolling my eyes.

"So... How much is this worth in American money? I asked glaring at the taller man. "Uh..." Laf blushed and looked away. He is the cutest when he's shy. Wait. Back to business. "Well?" I said. "Um.. That is equivalent in American money to.... seventeen dollars." He said backing up to the door.

"Wait, get back here you little French lair! I'm not done with you yet!" I screamed, chasing him out the door. This was hard to do, considering the fact that I was wearing extremely skinny jeans. That the little bum forced me to wear.

Honestly, I'm gonna kill him when I catch him.