Kings Collage – A Hamilton Fanfic

2 – Alexander Hamilton

Imagine that all of the characters look like younger versions of the Broadway actors, in case I don't go into much description of appearances.

As the rain began to spit down onto the sidewalk outside the huge building, a solitary figure trudged up just outside the entrance. One that was small and hunched, shivering from the cold. A figure that was standing with a small case clenched tightly in his right hand. No one was near him. If they did however, they would hear him repeating the same phrase. At almost a whisper "There's a million things I haven't done. Just you wait". Lost in his thoughts, he was snapped out of his trance when a crack of thunder rocked the very earth itself. Seemingly remembering his surroundings, as well as the current appalling weather, the figure walked over to the entrance of the Kings Collage High School.

Shaking himself down, the sodden student realised that people had their eyes on him. Namely, the receptionist. A pair of silver half-mooned spectacles were perched on her vulture-esc nose. Her eyes themselves had a beadiness akin to a marble. She was cladded in a granite grey cardigan, and, when she spoke, it was in a monotonal drone. "Yes?" She snapped impatiently. The student froze. He didn't know what to do and began to shake. He opened his mouth, but, unusually, no words came out. "Are you the new student". The child could only stutter out

"y…y…yes…yes, that's…me."

"You're name?"

"Hamilton. Alexander Hamilton"

The receptionist squinted at Alexander, then checked the register. Then looked again. This continued for a solid couple of minutes, with the dusty receptionist getting slower and slower with each look at the register. As nervous and eager to please as Hamilton was, he was too bored with the snail's pace that the receptionist was working at, and he couldn't stop his natural instinct to impatiently snap at the receptionist.

"How long is this gonna take – I want to still be the same age as my new class when I get there."

A silence fell over the room, and the rhythmic tapping of the keyboards quickly fell silent as the gravity of what Hamilton had said to a teacher set in. In not more than a second, Hamilton's face cycled through several emotions – anger, then doubt. Realization then fear, before settling on desperation. He was begging for forgiveness, apologising profusely. Then, something strange happened. She laughed. A light chuckle than shocked Hamilton out of his frozen position. He had assumed that she was too dead on the inside to find anything even remotely humourous.

"I like you kid. Here's your room key – dorm room 155. You should head to the next lesson early. Its form time. Here is your timetable and map. Good luck kid." She said as she handed Hamilton a handful of crumpled paper and metal. After sorting the equipment, Hamilton thanked her before entering the left wing of the school.

As he hurried to his new form room, Alex still had time to take in his surroundings. The dull maroon floors. The crumbling dry wall. The constant presence of spiders and their webs. A stench of awful school food. This was all that Hamilton's overactive brain had time to take note of in the small walk to his form room. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.

You could hear a pin drop. Clearly the receptionist was wrong – she said that no one would be in the room, but every chair was full of faces that Alex didn't know. As he looked out over the other students he started to panic. He wasn't ready for this. The silence stretched on and the awkwardness began to rise and rise until, inevitably, someone coughed. Then someone else. Then a whisper, with the culprit pointedly staring at Alex. Then more coughs and more whispers.

"QUIET" The teacher bellowed, and they were silenced instantaneously. "Everyone, meet your latest classmate. Go on son – introduce yourself" Hamilton stepped forward. Cold. Tired. Dishevelled and hunched. He went to speak, and then hesitated.

"What are you, mute?" "Go on get on with it." Hurry up" In the brief interlude after the teacher's speech the class had lost all focus and started to chat amongst themselves.

Until something changed. Something changed in Hamilton. He straightened up and cleared his throat. He swept his long sodden hair out of his face and began to talk.

"I am Alexander Hamilton. I come from the Caribbean, and I was happy there until my house was destroyed in a hurricane. Then I wrote charters for my town until they gave me enough money to get a boat to New York. My dad is Scottish and he abandoned us when I was a baby. My mother died two years ago. What else… um… that's it really."

When Hamilton looked back at the class, he noticed the looks of shock and horror on the faces of his peers. Smiling slightly, he motioned at the teacher that he was going to sit down. Realising that he was being communicated, the teacher began to speak.

"Wow, that's awful. My name is Washington, and I'm your form tutor for this year. You need to put your stuff in your room." He looked around the room, and locked eyes with one of the student.

Aaron, go and show him to his room."

The kid, Aaron, got up from his chair, packed up what little equipment he had out on the table, and then walked up to Hamilton. Motioning to the door, he surprised Hamilton by saying
"Shall we?"

Please review and give me advice…

The Walrus