Heeeey guys! I'm back! School started :( so I probably won't be updating very frequently. This is an intro to a Hamilton fic inspired by a post I saw on Instagram, which depicted Hamilton, Madison, Burr and Jefferson in "Mean Politicians", the post was uncredited. Hamilton in an alternate Mean Girls universe. Several details are changed, so this will not follow the exact plotline of Mean Girls.

Disclaimer: Yes, my cover image is the edit I mentioned above. Isn't it great? No, I don't own it.

Disclaimer 2: Unfortunately, I don't own Mean Girls or Hamilton.

######

The huge, heavy doors of Cherry Hill High School, which had to be at least ten feet in length, were daunting to almost every student who stood before then for the first time.

But to Alexander Hamilton, they were much more so. These doors were dividing him from everything he had always wanted- an education, redemption, America. Sure, he had gone to school in Nevis, but nothing like this. He had been excited for high school, but he hadn't expected it to be so big. This was goodbye Caribbean, hello Cherry Hill.

"Move it!" Someone shoved past him, pushing him right into another person.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Alex quickly apologized and pushed his way through the crowd and the now-open doors. Upon seeing the main hallway, his jaw hit the floor. There were just so many kids, too many unfamiliar faces. He scanned the jumble of students for Hercules Mulligan. The Mulligans became Alex's foster parents over the summer, and he was very grateful. Hercules was his age, and they were dropped off at the same time, although Herc quickly disappeared after his lacrosse friends found him and dragged him into the crowds.

He fumbled his schedule out of his shirt pocket. "First period- World History, Martha Dandrige. Room 3218." Alex squinted at the piece of paper. If the second number was the floor number, and the last two were the room number, what was the first number? The hall, perhaps? This was all far too confusing.

A little while later, Alexander stumbled upon room 3218. "Finally," he muttered under his breath as he barged into the classroom- smack dab into the teacher. The three cups of coffee she was holding exploded on her modest collared shirt.

Alex turned bright red. "Oh, ma'am, I am so sorry. I did not mean to do that, and… I'll pay! I'll pay for your dry cleaning! I'm sorry for that."

The rest of the class were trying to stifle their giggles.

"You're fine, kid." The teacher grumbled and started to peel off her coffee stained shirt. Not wanting to find a seat now, an embarrassed Alex settled to standing in the upper corner of the room. This was not how he anticipated his first day to go.

The teacher had stripped down to her bra when another teacher entered the classroom. His eyes widened.

"Martha," He said suspiciously.

She blushed. "Please, George. Don't ask."

He shrugged it off. "Well, hello students and welcome back to Cherry Hill High School. As you all know, I am Principal Washington and I hope you all are ready for an exciting year."

Mr. Washington pulled a sheet of paper out of his pocket. "We have a new student today in this class, who has come to us all the way from the Caribbean."

Alex froze. He knew exactly who Mr. Washington was referring to.

A few heads turned, looking for this new face,

"His name is Alexander. Alexander Hamilton."

"Actually, that's me," Alex raised his hand. "You can call me Alex."

"Well, Alex, welcome to Cherry Hill. Have a great day, everyone!" He left the room and Ms. Dandrige, who had found a cardigan in her purse, began the lesson.

##############
Alex now scourged the classroom, looking for an empty seat. He settled on a chair in the second row.

"Psst." A voice interjected behind him. He whipped his head around to find two boys staring back at him. One was freckled and had light brown eyes and a sneakily happy smile. His shirt had a turtle on it. The other had a sly smirk and a ball of frizzy hair that was tied into a ponytail on the tip of his head. "He farts a lot," Turtle Boy said, pointing to the seat in front of the one Alex had settled on.

The kid in that chair slowly turned around to face Turtle Boy.

"Shut up, Seazbury, You know iz true." Frizzy Ponytail responded with a heavy French accent.

Seabury turned around looking a bit hurt. "Shame." He muttered under his breath.

Sighing, Alex took another seat the next row back.

"Vat is next to where John Jay and Sarah Livingston have vier makeout sessions." Frizzy Ponytail called. Turtle Boy made a throat slitting motion.

Alex look around and reluctantly took the only seat left- right next to Turtle Boy and Frizzy Ponytail.

"Hi, New Kid." Turtle Boy said. "You're Alexander, right? Alexander Hamilton?"

"How about Hammy?" Frizzy Ponytail nudged Turtle Boy, who nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I'm gonna call you Hammy. I'm John Laurens, by the way.

"Is vis your natural hair color? I wish I had such dark, glossy locks." Frizzy Ponytail remarked, grabbing a lock of Alex's hair and pulling it to his face.

John smirked. "That's Lafayette, he's almost too French to function."

Alex nodded, a little intrigued by the boy.

"Hey Laurens, what's the wig made out of?" A kid passing by asked.

"Your mom's chest hair!" Laurens retorted. Alex cocked an eyebrow. Why was Lafayette not getting this question instead?

"By the way, Hammy, you can call me Laurens because there are ten thousand Johns at this school. Either is fine with me.

Alex only had time to nod his head before the teacher called on him.

##########

He arrived in the lunchroom a few hours later, his disastrous morning behind him. Alex managed to get lost five times, open the supply closet doors on two couples making out, and forget his locker combination; he was looking forward to a drama-free lunch, whether it was at a table or in the loo.

After getting his food, he approached the table where Laurens and Lafayette were seated at.

"Uh… can I sit here?"

"Oui, Hammy," Lafayette extended his arm to pat the spot across from him.

"Thanks," Alex gratefully took his seat and began to poke at his food.

"You've chosen wisely, buddy. There are a lot of cliques here you don't want to get involved with." Laurens was engraving a turtle on the table.

Alex was confused. "What are cliques?"

Lafayette seemed shocked. "Whaaaaat?"

Laurens shook his head. "Boy, Hammy, you've been living under quite the rock. You have a lot to learn here at Cherry Hill.

"So there's dozens of little social groups here, they're called cliques. The other members of your clique are your friends- well, in some cases, 'friends'. Usually there's one group per table in the lunchroom."

"Some examples are vie theater nerds, vie Harry Potter fanatics, vie band geeks, vie video game nerd, vie kids who do nothing but sleep, vie football jocks, vie Pokemon Go players…"

Laurens let out a chuckle.

"Vie chorus members, vie girls who eat veir troubles away, vie girls who don't eat anything, vie emos, vie dumb jocks, vie sugar lovers, vie debate team, vie feminists, vie Loyalists…"

"Oh my god. The Loyalists." Laurens shook his head.

"Who are the Loyalists?" Alex asked.

"You see, Hammy, a few years ago we had a principal named George Troix. He ruled our school like a tyrant, so much so that he became known as King George. He was just awful. A bunch of us students worked together to get him fired and get Mr. Washington as the principal, who is so much better. The Loyalists are the kids who sided with King George and tried to stop our little revolution. They still complain today that he was better. Samuel Seabury is their leader."

"Damn." Alex shook his head.

"But, vier's the worst clique of all," Lafayette pointed out.

Laurens nodded. "The Southern Motherfucking Democratic Republicans." They both seethed at the same time.

All three heads turned to the table at the very center of the cafeteria.

"James Madison. Aaron Burr. Thomas Jefferson. Aka the worst trio known to man." Laurens eyed the table with disgust.

"James Madison ez vie smallest guy you will ever meet. He's shorter than most of the girls and half the football players could crush him." James got up to put his tray away. He was only a little bit taller than a sitting Thomas. "But he's also the wittiest, most savage, most stuck up guys you will ever meet."

"Aaron Burr's father was the president of Princeton, so he as pretty much a free ride to go there. His family is pretty well off," Lafayette continued earnestly. "But he will do anything to be in the room where it happens."

"Aaron Burr is a traitor and a life ruiner. He's despicable," Laurens stated loudly.

"But nobody vis worse than Thomas Jefferson,"

Laurens sighed. "How do I even begin to describe Thomas Jefferson?

"Thomas Jefferson rules this school. Everyone knows him, everyone wants to be him. I swear, if he came to school in an evening dress nobody would bat an eye."

"And all the boys would be wearing one the next day," Lafayette pointed out.

Laurens nodded. "True. However, Thomas Jefferson is perfect, yet he is just so cruel, manipulative, offensive and even more savage than James Madison. He's terrible."

At that moment, three girls approached the Democratic Republican's table. Thomas nodded and the trio left the cafeteria, a girl on each of their arms.

"Dolley Payne. Theodosia Barlow and Martha Wayles. The lady friends of the Democratic Republicans." Laurens commented before putting his hands on the table and giving Alex a serious look. "Hammy, trust me, you want to stay far, far away from them."

Thomas Jefferson. The name had a certain ring to it, which only got Alex more interested. He asked everyone he talked to after lunch about him.

"Thomas Jefferson is flawless,"

"He has three Rolex watches and a red car,"

"I hear his hair's insured for ten thousand dollars,"

"I hear he shoots car commercials- in France!"

"His favorite movie is Top Gun."

"Once he meet Lin Manuel Miranda on a plane. And he told him he was cool!"

"Once, he bitch-slapped me in front of a crowd. It was awesome, "

###########

Alex recorded all of this and observed his notes during calculus, his last period of the day. Thomas Jefferson seemed like a Queen Bee on steroids. He knew didn't want to mess with this kid.

"Hey, do you happen to understand the last portion of question five?"

Alex looked up to find himself face to face with the girl in front of him. And holy shit, she was gorgeous. Her hair, perfectly straightened, went down almost to her waist, and her face shone naturally with barely any makeup. Her voice was melodious, he could imagine it calling his name already…Alex's face flushed as he flipped through his notebook. "Yeah…yeah, I did it somewhere…"

She smiled, and Alex completely melted. "Sorry. I'm Eliza, by the way."

"Alex. Nice to meet you…" Eliza. What a pretty name! Alex hadn't met many Elizas in St. Croix. "Here it is. Our calculations were quite similar, but you made a mistake in your dividing. You have to bring down the five, see?" He showed her the right way to finish the problem, and she thanked him and turned back around. Alex never got the courage to ask for her number.

#########

As he was leaving the class, a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He found a grinning girl with curly frizzy hair and glasses staring back at him. "Hey! You're the new kid, right?"

He nodded. "Alexander Hamilton."

"I'm Angelica Schuyler, leader of the Mathletes and founder of the feminist club. Since you're also in Honors Calculus and we need more members I was wondering if you would be considering joining the Mathlete team. Here's my card." She gave him a card which had a phone number and email and read- "Angelica Schyler. Mathlete, feminist, never satisfied ;)"

Alex frowned. Sure, he was never satisfied either, but not in the way she seemed to mean it. "Thanks," He grinned forcefully as she walked away.

"My crazy sister got you, I see?" Eliza was at his side.

Alex jumped. "Wait- she's your sister?"

Eliza nodded. "Yep, a year younger than me. I'm a junior. Sure, we're close as all heck, but she was always more of the geeky activist type. We went down separate paths in high school. Our other sister, Peggy, skipped eighth grade and started school today. We're still waiting to see where she fits in this puzzle of a school," She leaned upwards to look him in the eyes. "See you tomorrow, newbie."

Alex waved as she turned to walk down the hallway, her glossy hair swishing behind her.

########

He saw Hercules again at the end of the day, on the bus ride back home. "Hey Alex! Sorry for this morning, I was dragged away and couldn't find you again. How was your first day?"

Alex said nothing but nodded and walked away.

It was going to be a crazy year.

What did you guys think? Leave me any praise or criticism you have, preferably constructive but whatever rocks your boat. And if you have any ideas for how I should take this story feel free to DM me or review, I don't have any more of this written yet. Love seeing those reviews! Part two coming soon!