The sun shone brightly onto Y/N's face, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead. The heat beat down onto her body, causing her to sweat half of her body mass. Don't even get me started on her long sleeved, tight red dress, with the thigh-highs and the sneakers. You huffed, regretting your choice of outfit.

It was a bright summer day during June 1st, 3019, and a humid one at that. Your short, nine year old body slugged around campus, wandering around to find the front doors. Even now, wuth you being in third grade, you still had troubles finding your way around the gigantic private school.

Soon enough, you stepped through the school doors, relieved to see that the repair man had finally came and fixed the air conditioning. Although you barely knew your way around the school, you remembered how to get to your classroom by heart. Go straight, take a left near the principal's office, then take a right by the janitor's closet. After doing so, pass the fifth grade bathrooms and take a right, then take a right and a left by the maze-like hallway, and down the hall, there, you will find you're classroom.

As you stepped into your classroom, you looked around the room. You seemed to be one of the first ones there. The others you saw, to your luck, were your four best friends:
-Alexander Hamilton.
-(your favorite)Hercules Mulligan.
-John Laurens.
-and Marquis de Lafayette.

You rain towards your desk, plopping into the seat and hanging your backpack on your chair. Soon, the class flooded in, and unfortunately, a certain person- ehem, scoundrel walked in. He called himself "Prince George The Third", and you absolutely despised him. In fact,so did your friends. Especially Hercules.
Anyways, the reason behind the fact you hated him is simply because he would constantly flirt with you, and try to fight your friend if they came near you. At first you thought he just had a crush on you, but it was starting to get weird..

(AHAH! MY LAZY ASS LEFT YOU A CLIFFHANGER! sufferrrrrr)