I was nervous, here we were, another new school year, another new school. I was entering my Junior year, and I was now attending a school called Elk Creek High. As I understood it, it's a breeding ground for the wealthy, but there were a select few who had been offered freed admission because of a perfect score on a free admission test. I was one of them. They'd taken notice of my interest in the economy and politics. But I wasn't about to go around flouting my vast intellect unless I had good reason.
I finished gathering my stuff, and got into my car, following my G.P.S. to my new school. I stared up at it, my nerves completely a wreck. I gathered my phone and my bookbag, stepping out of the car. I took a deep breath, and took in the building in front of me.
There was a long walkway to the front doors, which were painted a horrid blue. The walkway was lined with oak trees. There were people milling about, but I made my way into the building, as I walked by one group of kids, a girl in a red tank-top, and curly brown hair with a single red streak in it, caught my eye; she smiled, throwing out her chest. I blushed, and walked faster, keeping my head down.
I entered the building, and found myself in a giant multi-purpose room, tables were everywhere, and kids crowded around. The walls were painted white, with a giant mural of a Revolutionary War soldier in blue and white. I guessed that was our mascot.
I wandered to the office, and asked for a map, seeing as how the building was two stories, and I was new here. They handed me a map, and my schedule, showing me where my locker was located. I wandered to my locker, and opened it, shoving my books, notebooks, and extra paper, pens, and pencils in. I took what was necessary, and made my way to the M.P. room.
I saw a group of what appeared to be Freshman, and they watched me warily. I moved on, and noticed a small table with three people. I made my way over. "Pardon me, may I sit here?" I asked, and they all turned towards me. There was a large, black boy, who nodded, smirking. There was a boy, with large, curly hair tied back in a pony-tail, who grinned, indicating the empty seat next to him.
But there was one boy in particular who caught my eye. He had curly brown hair, it was pulled back, but a few strands lined his face. He had green eyes, and freckles scattered all over his face. He nodded, smiling, and I took my seat next to the boy with the extremely curly hair.
"Welcome mon ami! Mon nom est Lafayette, mais tout le monde m'appelle Laf." He spoke, smiling wide. I smiled back, but I was confused. The boy with dark skin spoke up,
"Laf, I don't think he speaks French." He glanced at me, and I nodded in reply.
The boy with the curly hair's expression turned to understanding. "I did it again?" He asked, the boy who spoke for me only nodded. "Sorry, that happens sometimes. My name is Lafayette, but everyone calls me Laf." He translated, smiling again.
"Oh, thank you. I'm sorry I didn't understand." I replied.
Laf shook his head. "No! It's alright you don't speak French, but don't worry, you'll probably pick up a few words while you're around me." He replied.
I smiled, and the black boy spoke, "I'm Hercules Mulligan, but call me Herc." I nodded, and finally the boy with the green eyes spoke.
"I'm John, and you are?" He asked, his eyes sparkling.
"Uh, I'm Alexander Hamilton." I replied, and they all nodded.
It was silent for a moment before John spoke up again. "So, you're new here, right? I don't recognize you." He asked, his head tilting slightly.
"Uh, yeah. I'm new, I'm a Junior." I replied. John gave a small smile.
"So are we," He said, indicating the three of them. "We're good friends, but I'm sure you'll fit right in." He continued. I nodded.
"You know, I've never really had friends before." I said before I could stop myself.
John's gaze turned sad, "Really?" He asked, and I only nodded, cursing myself silently. He shook his head. "Don't worry, you're in good hands here." He said, smiling again. I smiled back, and looked at my small group of friends.
Suddenly everyone looked over my shoulder, and frowned, their gazes burning. I turned, and looked for the source of hatred. A tall boy about our age strolled into the school like he owned the place, a shorter boy trailing boy wore a purple coat, and had the curliest, wildest hair I'd ever seen. He was smirking, and strode by without a second glance.
The boy trailing him was short, a little on the heavy side, and had close cut hair. He glanced around nervously, and appeared to be jumpy. My brows scrunched, and I turned back to my friends. "Who are they?" I asked.
Laf spoke mad French, and I assumed it wasn't very polite. John translated, his face showing the anger Laf's voice did. "Thomas Jefferson." He answered, growling. "He practically owns this school, only the Schuylers keep him in place." The Schuylers? Who were they, clearly they had some power here. "He's nothing but a tyrant who keeps the 'balance' by bullying people into doing his work for him." John continued.
Laf was still muttering in French. "And the other one?" I asked.
John tore his gaze from Thomas Jefferson, and turned back to me. "James Madison, Jefferson's servant practically. He does anything and everything Jefferson tells him to. I don't know what Jefferson holds over his head as leverage, but clearly it has the desired effect." John answered, disgust clear on his face.
We sat talking for a while, getting to know each other, when again, heads were turned, this time in appreciation, and amazement, rather than disgust. I turned, and saw three girls walk in, each holding themselves with respect and pride. I watched in amazement, and before I could ask, John supplied an answer.
"The Schuyler sisters, the only other force strong enough to keep Jefferson in line." He said. These were the Schuylers he'd mentioned earlier? "There's Angelica, the oldest, she's a Senior, she's crazy smart and hard-to-get with most guys." He explained, pointing out a tall, dark skinned girl with curly brown hair walking in front of two others. She was wearing a pink crop-top with white skinny jeans and she had pink sunglasses pushed up onto her head.
"That's Eliza, the middle child, a Junior, she's really smart, and super nice. She's helped me out on more than one occasion." He pointed out the girl to the left of Angelica, this girl had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and pale skin. She wore a white sweater with a blue thigh-length skirt. She wore white heels, and carried a matching handbag. She was very pretty, I wouldn't deny it, they both were.
"And Peggy, the Freshman." John said. "You want the latest scoop? Go to her. She knows everyone and everything. She's nice enough, but not exactly as smart as her sisters." He said quietly, pointing to the final girl. She wore a simple yellow, knee-length dress, and wore a white cardigan, and white sandals.
The girls walked by, and all eyes followed them. I stared too, and I noticed John had turned and was staring at me. "What?" I asked, raising a brow.
"Nothing." He replied, shaking his head. My eyes narrowed, but he continued. "Anyway, we have 5 minute passing periods until the late bell rings. You don't want to be caught out of class after the bell rings, or Washington will really have your head for it." He said, smirking.
I nodded, and looked at the clock, but as soon as I did, the bell rung. John smiled, stood, grabbed his books, and left; leaving my to find my first class by myself.