I have nothing to say except it is now December! Whoo!
Here's the next chapter!
~Alex
"Emily Skylar?"
"Here."
Eliza, or Emily as she was known in this life, stared blankly across the classroom. Math, her least favorite subject. She just wanted to get to her nest class: US History. Yeah, sure she wasn't majoring or minoring in it, but she had lived it. It was an easy way for her to boost her GPA.
Math class went by quite fast, and before she knew it she was sitting in the back row of a small lecture hall, sat next to a random stranger that she had never seen, and, in her opinion, would never want to. He looked snarky and up tight and reminded her of Thomas Jefferson.
"Okay," the professor began, "we will begin today by taking attendance as there are so few of you. Sorry for mispronouncing any names. Burr, Aaron."
"Here," called a voice from the front row.
Aaron Burr? No. It was probably just a coincidence. But, why in the world would someone name their child after a murderer? Eliza's thoughts ran wild until another, all too familiar name was called, "Reynolds, Maria."
No. How? And why? And- Eliza suddenly had a thought, What about Alexander?
"Skylar, Emily."
"Oh- here!" Eliza shouted, that name never really belonging to her was always a bit off-setting.
After that, class began and ended about as fast as her first one had. She had no other classes that day, so she went walking around campus. Her mind was still thinking about those 2 names from earlier.
If they're here than Alexander must also be here. But, what if it is all just a coincidence? What if I'm stuck in an endless loop of reincarnations and I never see him again? What if-
She was brought back to the real world when she ran straight into a girl her age wearing a red dress, who looked oddly familiar. "Oh, sorry," she said
"No problem," the girl responded. "Hey, you're in my US History class, right?" she asked.
"Oh," Eliza said finally recognizing her, "yeah. You're Maria, right."
"Yeah," she nodded, "and you're Emily."
"Yup," Eliza confirmed. "It's kinda funny," Eliza chuckled, "you remind me of someone I used to know."
"Oh," Maria said, a bit taken aback, "who?"
"You probably wouldn't know them," Eliza quickly added, thinking that if this was the actual Maria, she wasn't sure she wanted her to know who she was yet.
"But, you also remind me of another person you may have heard of if you've seen or listened to that Hamilton musical."
"Oh, really?" Maria asked.
"Yeah, you share a name with-"
"Maria Reynolds," she finished for Eliza. "You could say I know quite a bit about her."
"Yeah, I have my fair share of knowledge on her as well."
"You know about the affair she had the one Alexander Hamilton?"
Eliza felt sick, "Yeah, I know alot about that. And, honestly, who wouldn't after the musical and everything?" She was trying to ignore the knot in her stomach.
"True," Maria agreed, "You know how it wasn't Maria's fault then, and how it was mostly Hamilton's and James Reynolds'?"
"Well," Eliza was starting to get mad, were people still blaming him after he's been dead for 300 years? 300 years. Eliza tshook that thought out of her head. "I don't think that Alexan- Hamilton should take so much blame, he did do some other amazing things and shouldn't be defined by all the bad things he did."
"So, you're saying it's Maria's fault then?" Maria was also getting defensive.
"No," Eliza said, trying to calm down, "I'm just saying it was a little bit of all of their faults and maybe," she paused, "they all should have taken a break." She was on the brink of tears.
"Well maybe I- I mean Maria, couldn't have taken one." Her face was now red with embarrassment.
"'I'?"
"I- I- I have to go." She pushed past Eliza and began walking at a very fast pace down the sidewalk.
"Angie! Peggy!" Eliza called once she made it back to her dorm.
"What?" they both called from the kitchen.
"You will never guess who I ran into."
"Who was it? Because I'm telling you Alexander isn't-" Angelica tried to say.
"It was Maria Reynolds."
