Travel into History
April 13, 2017
New York, NY
Life sucks! I tell you, one minute I'm driving to work at the National History Museum in New York and the next thing I know a car comes from out of nowhere and I'm sent flying with the car. Everything's spinning; I felt like I was going to vomit what I ate this morning. The car finally stopped spinning and landed upside down on top of a pole that was protruding through my stomach. Gah I can't believe I died like that, although I had always wanted to die in style. It hurt but I could feel my life slowly fading away into nothingness. Suddenly everything went black. I'm positive right there that I had died. I mean really who lives from being impaled by a five-foot pole.
April 13, 1775
The next thing that happens shocks me to the core. I'm suddenly standing, alive; next to a building that I presume to be a university. Students are milling about but instead of wearing modern clothes it's like I was sucked into one of those revolutionary and civil war movies. Someone eyes me from across the courtyard, I raise my hand and wave at him. I guess he takes it as an invitation to approach me because he strides over.
As he strides over I take my time to observe his features. He has long, flowing brown hair that frames his face quite nicely, brown eyes that seemed to show all the information in the world, a cultivated jaw and nice pink lips. Moving down his body I noticed that he has a very toned body (not six pack toned but toned), writers' fingers long and calloused and long legs covered by brown slacks.
He stops in front of me but I'm still staring at his beautiful features. He clears his throat a couple of times to bring me out of my stupor. I look up at him and smile one of those goofy smiles. He looks surprised for a moment before it's gone and replaced by a small smile. The man holds out his hand for me to shake. I tilt my head, then gradually put my hand in his.
"Alexander. Alexander Hamilton. What's yours?"
I tilt my head towards the other direction. This man couldn't be Hamilton. That's not possible. Alexander Hamilton has been dead for 300 something years. I didn't realize that I had said all of that out loud. The so called 'Hamilton' starts laughing, hands over his stomach and curled up. He continues for a few more minutes; me starting to become agitated I raise a brow at his laughter. "What's so funny?" I ask with the ever-increasing irritation clouding my judgment. I smack him over the head yelling, "Quit laughing at me, Baka." He suddenly stops, stands up abruptly and grabs me by the arms and pulls me to him.
"What did you call me?" He asks with a glint in his deep brown eyes, like he was trying to pierce my very soul with those eyes.
"U-umm" I stutter for a second then take a deep breath and continue speaking. "It means Idiot in Japanese", he opens his mouth to speak but I beat him to it, "before you say anything I didn't actually mean you're an idiot. Besides if you're the Alexander Hamilton you're not an idiot. To answer the first question my name is Sop…" I realize something right then. My voice is deeper, my hands and body look manlier. I start mentally freaking out. Not only am I now somehow Alive and in the past; I'm a guy. Could this day get any better?
No, the answer is obviously no it cannot. Ugh... Why does life hate me so much? What did I ever do to deserve something like this? Nothing that's what. I was a good girl who went to school, got good grades and graduated from said school. I always did my work once I got a job at the History Museum that is up until I crashed and burned. Quite literally if I do say so myself. Except I wasn't burned I was impaled but who really cares, right?
Hamilton apparently noticed that I've spaced out again because he snaps his long, elegant writer's fingers in my distraught looking face. I blink a couple times and look at him for a moment. "You space out a lot don't you? Or do you not know your—" Alexander says giving me a contemplative look before I interrupt him by shouting,
"NO! I-I didn't forget my name. Okay?" I look at him in bewilderment, trying to come up with a name and fast I suddenly remember a name my friends and I came up with in high school when we were talking about what would happen if we were suddenly turned into men. I open my mouth to say my name when a man with black hair walks by and asks where we should be.
Hamilton quickly explains that we were just going back to the dorms when the old nasty fat man looks at me with his blank gray eyes, he asks "Who are you? I haven't seen you around before." I look panicked momentarily before Hamilton came to my rescue.
"He's a friend of mine from Providence," he says without hesitation. Then he falters for a moment, its barely noticeable but it's there.
I take this as my cue and say, "Hisaki." This draws attention from the Snape impersonator and Hamilton who look over at me. "Onohara Hisaki, pleasure to meet you, sir." I stick out my hand for the old man to shake. Even if I honestly don't want him to touch me I should put on some politeness, shouldn't I?
Hamilton nods his head, eyes on 'Snape' watching as he grabs my hand and shakes it up and down, letting go after an uncomfortably long time. I smile at him wishing in my mind that I could just grab a toilet plunger and shove it up his grotesque ass. "Yes, Hisaki is his name. He's a really good friend from Providence." Hamilton turns to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes saying to play along. I nod subtly. "Isn't that right Hisaki. It's been so long I haven't seen you in
almost six years. How have you been by the way?"
"Yeah it has, Ham. You didn't come see me off when I moved back to Japan." I say, playing along with Hamilton's story. Although, the look Hamilton sends my way when I called him Ham was like being stabbed with ten different swords at different angles and unfortunately, I do not like that analogy. I would rather not die again; thank you very much.
Apparently old guy finally takes the hint and says, "Well I guess I'll let you get acquainted and settled into the dorm Mr. Onahaaru."
"It's Onohara, sir and we will. Thank you." I reply after he says my name. Extremely pissed off that he couldn't get my name right even though I had said it. Ugh stupid idiotic people who have no respect for people of different race. I am seriously so pissed off right now, but I school my emotions into one gratitude and respect, waving goodbye to him as he slouches off into the distance. I turn back to Hamilton, "Thank you for that. I— "
"No need to say anything, Hisaki. Although, I do have to ask if that is really your real name or is that something you just came up with on the spot because if so then good thinking, sir." Hamilton claims enthusiastically, all hand movements and smiles. He really is kind of pretty.
NO! WHAT THE HELL AM I THINKING! Quit thinking this Sophie, he's a man and now you're a man so it's wrong to have any sort of feelings for him. Especially since he's one of America's Founding Fathers. Except I refuse to change my sexuality just because I'm now a man. They can shove a plunger up their ass if they don't like it. I think while I'm watching Hamilton explain everything that I need to know at this school. Oh shit... I should probably pay attention now.
" –And you should definitely meet Burr. I could introduce you." Hamilton exclaims in a tangent, finishing off whatever the hell he was saying before that.
I just nod my head and say, "That would be nice."
Hamilton starts off down the road; me following right behind I ask, "Where does this Burr your talking about supposed to be? I thought he went to school here." Hamilton stops for a second and continues as if I didn't ask a question at all.
"He doesn't," he says offhandedly, "He actually graduated a while ago. Burrs cool except he can be kind of an ass but that doesn't really matter does it? We are going to meet him in town. I didn't want the bursar up my ass again after what happened last time." Hamilton looks a mixture of emotions such as, downtrodden, angry and is that a hint of pride in those beautiful eyes. I'd say he's mischievous and he has got something planned for me; I'm probably not going to like it am I?
I look towards the ground suddenly very interested in my bare feet that I hadn't noticed before. I stop abruptly and examine the part of the body that I can see. Such as the clothes that I have apparently been wearing since I got here. A pair of dress shoes that seemed to have been worn by someone who was wealthy enough to afford their own yacht accompanied by a pair of freshly pressed trousers, a button up dress-shirt the color of midnight and a bright white bow tie. Man, I looked like I was made of money, although I'm sure I don't have any money on me. After staring at myself for what seems like hours I finally look towards Hamilton and ask, "What happened last time?"
He turns his head to me, scratches the back of his neck and laughs nervously. "Nothing of importance Hisaki, I just had a tough time with the bursar and a few 'choice' words were said and then I well punched him!" He started rubbing his clenched fists against his pants as if he wanted to go back and confront the bursar again just to punch him in his ugly ass face. Although if I were him I would to, to be honest.
"That guy is just itching to get a plunger shoved up his ass. I swear the next time I see his ugly mug I'm going to shove a rusty screwdriver down his throat." I laugh maniacally out loud, calming once I see Hamilton staring at me with this look of amusement and disgust marring is beautiful features. "What?" I ask as he keeps staring at me. "Do I have something on my face? Is it a bug? Oh my god it is, get it off. AHH!" I scream while flailing my arms around like a baby bird trying to take off for the first time and failing.
Hamilshit just keeps walking, acting like he doesn't know me, which in all purposes he doesn't know me at all. I stop flailing around; chuckling awkwardly under my breath following said man that I was purposefully embarrassing. I take a moment to glance at my surroundings and what I see is wondrous and intimidating all coinciding into one momentous occasion. People milling about in old timey dresses and clothes that they put together themselves. It's astonishing what these people will accomplish in the future. Men going off and working to support their wives and children. Women sewing and cleaning, which is sexist but I'm no longer in my time anymore so whatever. There wasn't anyone on their phones or other electronics and the world wasn't subject to collapse by nuclear war and Donald Trump. It was peaceful in a way, that was until we traipsed around a street corner, there were passerby standing around disturbing the public with meaningless obscenities at someone, probably some criminal or something. Hamilshit grabs my scrawny ass Asian arm and drags me straight into the rioting crowd of people.
I'm not sure how we got to the front of the riot, that I just now noticed was a political debate? What the hell is happening right now, did Hamilshit just jump onto the platform? Is he arguing with this guy? Wait a minute is that Seabury? Samuel Seabury?! This cannot be happening right now! I scream internally, jumping up and down ecstatic as a pig when it sees food. I'm so ready for this verbal BEATING Ham Slam is going to bring down unto Sea Brains head. I didn't realize that I had started squealing out loud and people were now staring at me with this intense gaze that I was sure would ultimately annihilate my body down all the way towards the depths of Hell; fortunately for myself, Hamilton came to my rescue finally starting the debate.
I stood there mesmerized at Hamilton's ability to transform his words cleverly into something of a song. It was lyrical, enticing, and completely inspiring. I'm not sure how it came to this but it was as if I was transfixed solely on Hamilton's words. The next thing I realize is I'm being shoved and pushed around by a couple of big burly men. What the hell are they doing shoving a scrawny woman around like this? Who do they think they are? I'm not completely sure why I called myself a woman because obviously I have somehow miraculously been shoved into some poor saps body. I can hear Hamilton finally closing out with his last statement. Thank the Lord! He jumps down off the platform he was standing on, stops for a moment talking to someone. Must be Aaron Burr. Oh my gosh if I get to meet the guy who shot Alexander Hamilton I am going to scream and probably punch him in the face for his stupidity.