I still die a little on the inside whenever i listen to this song^

animatic by allison coon
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~Alexander POV~

I held my breath as we walked up the concrete steps to the college. It was nostalgic. I had done this many times except this time, it was different.

This time, I wasnt a student. I was an undercover spy. And this time, I was with my brother, Lucy and Adrienne.

I kept glancing as the faces that surrounded me. I told myself that I was looking for only Charles Lee.

But I knew that there were other people I was searching for.

Thomas and the rest of the gang.

This morning, I had taken extra color madness medication just to make sure nothing would go wrong.

As we walked in, I looked down at our schedule. We all had the same classes together. I led the group, me being the only person who knew where everything was.

I scanned the paper.

Creative Writing
Mr. Washington
<insert other classes n stuff like that>

I held my breath. Creative Writing. That was the class that my friends and I had all decided to take together. Before all of this spy stuff.

And Mr. Washington. He was my favorite teacher. He was my father figure. Memories flitted through my mind of him calling me "son" and me telling him not to. I wish he could call me son one more time.

I could feel my eyes starting to tear up, but I quickly wiped them away.

'We arent here to reminisce,' i told myself. 'Complete the mission and then we're out of here.'

I clenched my teeth and led our group of four to the classroom.

"So which class do we have first?" Lucy skipped up to me.

"Creative Writing. This class was the most fun," I said.

"Only you would think school is fun," she said in a joking tone and rolled her eyes.

We laughed as we approached the door. I hesitated a little before opening the door. The four of us walked up to the teacher's desk.

A wave of nostalgia hit me. I remembered walking up here to steal Washington's coffee when I was early to class.

The familiar bald man looked up at us.

"Hello, you must be our new students," he says. He smiles at each of us. I half hope that he sees through my disguise and recognizes me as Alexander Hamilton.

Not as Lin Manuel Miranda. That was the name I had chosen for my cover.

James was using Anthony Ramos. Adrienne decided on Jasmine Jones and Lucy was Philipa Soo.

(hey im not creative with names)

"You four can take a seat where ever you would like." He motioned to the plenty of seats. There were a few students here but no one I recognized yet.

I glanced around at the rows of chairs before my eyes reached one of the corners in the back of the room. My heart ached. That was where my friends and I would sit.

That was where laughed at each others jokes. That was where Thomas and I would steal kisses between lectures. That was where I made so many memories.

I struggled to tear my eyes away from that corner but I did it eventually. Instead, we took our seats on the opposite side of the room in one of the middle rows. Then, we waited for class to begin.

~Time skip to when class is about to start~

I waited for my friends to come into class but the corner stayed empty. Class was about to start and they werent even here yet. James and Lucy were playing chopsticks.  (I dont know if u guys have ever played this but im terrible at it. its fun tho!) This left me and Adrienne to search for Charles Lee. Our schedule was identical to his so that we could follow him around the whole day.

He walked in. I could practically smell the confidence off of him. His head was held up high and his back was straight. (even tho hes gayyyy andhejusttriestohideit)

He plopped himself in a chair next to George Eaker and the rest of his little gang.

Then, Washington got up and walked to the front of the room. He opened his mouth to say something before he was cut off by the door flying open.

A group of 9 (i think) students waltz into the room. A girl in a pink sweatshirt piped up.

"Sorry we were late Washingdad. Someone," she growled, "tried to make three boxes of mac and cheese for breakfast!" She glared at a tall man with poofy hair.

Angelica Schuyler and Thomas Jefferson

My eyes grew wide when they walked in. I recognized all of them.

Laf, Herc, Peggy, Sammy (Seabury in case u forgot), Eliza, Maria, James (Madison), and John trailed behind Thomas and Angelica.

I took a good look at Thomas. I hadnt seen him in person for a year. He looked stunning. His face hadnt changed at all, yet at the same time, he looked like an entirely different person. Almost like a stranger.

Then I saw James and John walk up to Thomas. They each came up to his side and intertwined their hands with his. My heart dropped. I had forgotten that all three of them were in a relationship and that they were soulmates.

Mr. Washington said hi and told them to sit down. As the group was walking to thier seats, I made eye contact with Herc. He gave me a frinedly smile and looked away.

I held my breath. For a second I thought that he recognized me, but then I remembered that there was no way he could. My apperance had changed completely.

The rest of class went in a blur. I kept an eye on Charles Lee. We had decided that at the end of this class we would walk over to him and say hi. Hopefully he would be friendly with us. I still despised the idea of even talking to him but I had no choice.

I glaced over to the corner where my friends sat. They were barely paying attention. They all had smiles on their faces.

At least I knew that they were good without me.

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Guys im sorry this took so long

i was gonna post this last night but i feel asleep writing it.

anyways...

THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH FOR 670 reads!!!!

honestly i dont know why you guys read my writing (its trash even my mom says so)

without all of ur guys' support I would have quit writing these stories a LONG time ago.

I could write more but it would probably be me saying thanks over and over again

ok. have a good 24 hours! I just wanted to say thanks!

~❤