Title: A Time And Place.

Summary: Alex walked into the room of chaos and chatter, yet when he stepped foot into the room

all chatter had died down and eyes from every corner of the room was now on him.

And that's where he decided, this was a horrible idea.


Chapter 4

Alex walked into the room of chaos and chatter, yet when he stepped foot into the room all chatter had died down and eyes from every corner of the room was now on him. And that's where he decided, this was a horrible idea. The room was filled with different kids, who by the looks of it were already discussing things before class has even begun. Their were tables arrangement was a bit different from what he was used to, but he'll adapt. He always does.

So Alex struggled to pick a spot that was far away to not be picked on, but close enough to be seen. Which was hard because the only seats that were available were in the front. Like this was going to help his cause. He took a deep breaths as he forced himself to relax as other students filled the room. Then they came. Thomas Johnson, with another boy he didn't quite recognize. And when they spotted him, he could feel their eyes just burning in his. Thomas of course, went head on as he stroll to his side, not caring if he was comfortable with that, with the boy still trailing his shadow.

"Alex! So you finally decided to show your face around here? Have you meet James here?" His eyes turned to the smaller man by his side. He looked surprised by him, like some of the students he meet. Like them, he knew he was being mistaken by someone else because would Alex Harrison ever be recognize?

"Um, no. H-Hi I'm Alex Harrison. It's a pleasure to meet you," The man still shell-shocked shook his hand that he offered. Alex then gave the man a warm smile, hoping that he would calm down a it, but instead he seemed to be more surprised. But before he could point to it, Alex's shoulder was tapped. He turned to face Aaron Brown, he looked a little pale but seemed alright. Concerning what happened last night.

"O-Oh hello Aaron. Are you okay from last night?" Aaron smiled, calming his nerves just a little. But Alex couldn't help but feel guilty as he did leave Aaron alone in the party, even if he did had his friends there for him.

"Oh that? I had worse, don't worry I'm fine. But how are you doing? Are you excited for the first debate?" Alex smiled wary, he did in fact felt a tingle of excitement, but he couldn't help but feel scared. As he was sure was pretty normal, but as again he was interrupted from speaking his thoughts by the man beside him. He just couldn't catch a break could he?

"Oh! Aaron you're not in the throwing up mood are you? Certainly not in front of Hamilton here," Alex frowned when he heard the name. He took a look around the room and saw that no one made a move when the name was mention. Maybe it was a nickname? For some reason, that name didn't stay good in his stomach as it felt like his insides were turning at the bare name.

"Quiet down Thomas," This time it was the man by Thomas's side that said that. He didn't know much about the man, but Thomas and him seemed to know each other quite well as Thomas immediately dropped his act. Aaron moved to his side, a bit closer than he liked, but he felt way to bad to push him away. Alex now realized something he didn't see before. He hated talking, well not talking but discussing. Debating, anything that was somehow related to disagreeing with each other. He knows it's bad to to such thing, he remembers his mother warning quite well. Then as the class seemed to become louder, the head of it all, George stepped up and everyone fell silent.

"Thanks for joining us today. Today we'll discuss the world trade system," Many people groaned. He didn't know why, it seemed fun. But one look at Thomas and he knew it was bad, as he looked like he wanted to murder George. Which maybe they had some bad history? Alex shook just idea out of his head. Thomas and George not being friends? The idea was laughable at just many levels.

He didn't realized that he had been spending too much time in his head as he jumped when something poked him in the side of his ribs. He turned sharply to his right where he saw that it was Aaron, who poked him. He was a bit annoyed but he turned his attention back to the discussion. Many people were talking, saying the pro's and con's of the system, which apparently was a lot. But when his eyes started to gaze over the class, he meet the dark eyes of George, who seemed to be watching more intensely than he ever remembered. He immediately brought his gazed to his lap.

As class started to become more heated, he almost fell as he ran out when the class bell rang. He ignored the calls he got, when he walked faster, pretending he didn't hear Aaron or Thomas calling. Then he remembered.

He didn't even finished his essay!


George Washington was a good man. Well not entirely, he's been to war, killed men in both sides where he led men to death without a complain. Yet he made it work. He seen many things, even meet a few Reincarnates in his first life. His first life was full of stress and death. Where he and the other men who killed and fought for independence where he was starting a new nation in the face of Earth, where he was going to serve well and hope that the legacy still survives through the ages. He knew that he serve well, he gave so much of his life to do the right thing and when death finally greeted him, he went with happiness.

Yet he still came back. In his second life he was a girl of all things he could do, in the civil war. He died of the sickness when he was six. He couldn't remember anything until he was in his death bed. Then before he could even pass, he was hit with his memories that were locked away, and for a few seconds George Washington took his last breath again.

Then he came back. Again and Again, as a soldier, chef, artist, and hell he even came back as a writer. Yet no matter what he didn't remember anything until his last moments. He read about that, where someone doesn't know that they were a Reincarnated until their last moments. Yet he remembered when he was six, he remembered the haze days of the war, and the blurry faces of those who fought side to side with. He knew Alexander from the moment he saw him. He couldn't help but smile a little whenever he heard that name.

Alexander Hamilton.

The non-stop man, who flew too high and too close to the sun. He still remembers when he first meet the kid, a young boy barely a man running and fighting with words, using his sharp mind to cut enemies to the ground. And he still remembers when he last saw him. A man barely a boy, fighting with his words falling to the ground.

He prayed that Alexander would wake up and remember. That he remember who he was, because the boy barely a mam wasn't the Alexander that he knew. Alexander would stay in his spot and fight anyone and anything who disagreed. He would looked at them straight in the eye and yell in top of his lungs.

Yet he did no such thing as instead he ran away and didn't used his voice one bit. He only prayed that he came back one last time.