This is heavily based on the Hamiltots comics from the Hamiltots blog on tumblr. I don't actually know much about that site, so that's all the information I can give. If you want to find them (and you do, they're adorable) you can find it through a quick google. I am also afraid that I don't know much about American schooling, being Australian myself, so please forgive any errors of mine.

All rights to Lin Manuel Miranda.

"Do you ever look at a piece of toast and hear it crying? Like, because it's all dry and itchy now. And it just wants to go back to the olden days. When it was soft and moist bread."

John stared into the distance dreamily. His three closest friends, meanwhile, stared at him with varying levels of concern.

"Are you okay John?" Alex asked after a minute of silence. John jolted as he was snapped out of his daydream, and smiled sweetly.

"No."

The silence stretched on.

"School's eating me alive!" John finally let out in a rush, whether it be to end the thick awkwardness or because he couldn't hold it in any longer.

Alex nodded sympatheticly and put a hand on his friends shoulder.

"I hear you, man."

Hercules sighed a long suffering sigh.

"Guys, we're in kindergarten."

"So?"

"And it's the first day."

"Your point is?"

"What point?"

"There is no point, Laf."

"But Alex and Herc just said there was a point!"

"Geez, guys, your confusing the frenchman."

"Sorry Laf."

"Sorry Laf."

"Your welcome?"

It was the first day of kindergarten. The very first day, and the kids were pumped.

The class was, unsurprisingly, the same as it had been last year in pre-school. It was a small town, after all. The only addition to the rowdy young bunch was one Eliza Schuyler, of whom Alex had become infatuated with, to his friends disgust. The pair had spent the entire morning catching each others eyes from across the room, then looking away hurriedly. John, Herc and Laf had spent the whole morning miming gagging. And occasionally talking about toast, turtles and the inevitability of death. Though that was mostly John. He was going through a phase.

Eliza wasn't the only Schuyler who had moved into the neighborhood. Her sisters, Peggy and Angelica, had as well. Angelica was in first grade and attended class in the room next door. Peggy was in preschool and attended in the cottage across he wire gate and over the hedge to the primary school. The students had met Angelica when she had dropped off her sister, warning everyone that if they hurt her sister she would remove their eyes and thread their spleen through them like a necklace, and then sell it for a million dollars. No one doubted her, not even Thomas. They had met Peggy when, half way through the morning session, she had somehow appeared sitting next to Eliza in class. Me Washington either didn't notice, or didn't want to.

Mr Washington was their new teacher. He had quite a reputation around the school, he was supposed to be the second best teacher in the school. So far, he seemed to be doing well enough. It had been nearly two hours and he had not yet had a mental breakdown, and that was a record. Unfortunately.

Now, as for the members of the class. You have already met the Schuyler's, Angelica, Eliza and Peggy. Peggy was three at the time, Angelica six and Eliza five. Their father was a business man, he had his own law firm. Well, he did. He had recently retired, seeing that he had enough money to live comfortably indefinitely. The idea of a small town appealed to him, and they moved to Yorktown. Eliza was happy with the move and Peggy was indifferent. Angelica, however, wasn't a fan.

And then we have the self proclaimed 'Revolutionaries'. That is to say, some boys who liked violence a bit too much and watched a lot of tv. There was Alexander Hamilton, or Alex. He was five and had moved to Yorktown halfway through the previous year with his mother, after his father walked out of his life. He liked writing, and was remarkably intelligent for his age.

Then there was John, also five. He was a strange boy, and came from a well off family of a mother, father and older sister. He liked turtles, apple juice, and the swirling void of nothingness that was life, death, and the area between. He was going through a phase, his mother insisted. He was a little weirdo, his sister insisted.

Then there was Lafayette, five as well. He came from France, and had moved at the beginning of the previous year when his mother decided that she wanted to actually acknowledge his existence and not leave him in the company of his cousins, where he had been living since his father died. He had a rather strange fascination with Mr Washington, and wanted desperately to be his favourite.

Finally there was Hercules. He was newly six, the oldest of the gang. Perhaps this was why he was the proclaimed dad of the group. That wasn't to say he was mature though, he loved spy movies and saw himself as a spy, and so he was often found skulking around and eavesdropping. This had gotten the tailors son into many a difficult situation.

Following the trend of groups, there was then the Southerners: Thomas and James. Thomas was loud, abrupt, brash and had a fascination with Lafayette and France in general. James was quiet, intelligent, well meaning and almost always sick.

And finally, without a group, was Aaron Burr. He was quiet and enjoyed reading, and could sometimes be slightly standoffish. He didn't have a set group, instead he bounced around. It wasn't that he was friendless, it was just that all his friends had closer friends than him. He didn't like to speak about it.

And so, there we have. Class KGW. They didn't know it yet, but it was going to be a long year.

I dunno. It sounded cute in my head.

I hope to make more chapters! Lots more! However, I would appreciate some ideas so if you enjoyed this please suggest something. Or just give feedback in general, this is my first published writing and I would love some criticism and support both.

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