This is based off of "Hope Doesn't Have A Name" by A Bean. I kinda just drew the idea of a mute Hamilsquader, but I'm trying to make it my own. You should go read it. It's cool.
John Laurens couldn't speak. He hadn't in years. He simply had forgotten how to. Because of this, he stayed within his group of friends and had trouble welcoming and becoming friends with outsiders. He hated to admit it, but Hercules Mulligan and Marquis de Lafayette were more his caretakers than friends. But he found that idea to be disgusting. He wasn't someone to be taken care of.
College. Oh boy. He was in normal classes, but he couldn't speak his mind. The worst was when new teachers called on him when he wasn't raising his hand, and then one of his friends had to say, "Sir/Ma'am, John is mute." And then the teacher would be silent for a second and then call on someone else. The only class he truly enjoyed was Art, where he didn't have to be called on. He was praised for his drawing skills, and that was enough.
He was, for the most part, content.
But oh! What's this? A new kid? This should be fun.