F/C= Favorite Character Y/C= Your Class
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Chapter six: Your POV.

Hamilton was known only to a few groups; The Americas (some others, but mostly them), the Muggle Borns, and demigods who only found out they were demigods recently, or managed to use the Internet without getting themselves killed. Being in Y/C meant even if you didn't hear it at home, you still heard it some here.

There was a group who took it more seriously than the others. It was almost like they were the cast themselves.....or it was the only language they spoke.

"Now, who knows the--glad you could join us. Please, take a seat." The boy smirked at Doctor Richards. He was apart of the group that quickly became known as the HamFam and took every opportunity to reference the play. You only recognize him from when he and his friends sang out 'My Shot' in the cafeteria, so you wondered if he would reference it again, even in a classroom.

Needless to say, you were at least a little bit surprised when he sat down next to his friend and started to sing.

"What'd I miss? What'd I miss mmm....Virginia my home sweet home I wanna give you a kiss!! I've been in the Hospital wing meeting lots of different ladies...I guess I basically missed the whole class period. I traveled the whole wide school and came back to this." Deciding to ignore him, Doctor Richards didn't do a thing other than place the paperwork on his desk.

"There's a letter on my desk from the president, haven't even put my bags down yet. Sally be a lamb darling won't you open it?" The girl "Sally" slapped him, but that didn't stop him from singing.

"It says the president is assembling a cabinet and that I am to be secretary of state, great!! That I'm already senate approved. I just home and now I'm heading up to New York!!"

"Heading to New York, heading to New York!!" His friend choursed.

"Please, settle down." Doctor Richards said. You were surprised he allowed he singing for that long...maybe he thought it was nice?

Instead of stopping however, the boy continued on (at a different part however).

"But who's waiting for me when I step in the place? My friend James Madison all red in the face. He grabs my arm and I respond what's going on?" When Doctor Richards turned to glare at him, the boy chuckled nervously.

"No seriously...what's going on?"

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The next time you caught site of "The HamFam", or at least a few of their members was in Tech Lab that day. A different boy this time (there was five of them total), was singing a part of a song before the class started.

"There's nothing rich folks love more, then going downtown and slumming it with the poor. They pull up in the carriages and gawk at the students in the common just to watch them talk! Take Philip Schuyler the man is loaded--." At this, the boy gestured to a picture of Tony, which of course was hanging in the room.

"But uh oh, little does he know, that his daughters--."

"What are you doing?" The boy froze. He was dark skinned and had short curly black hair. He was dressed fairly simply, which made you think he was either a mutant, Agent or a demigod. Wizards had uniforms, or most of the time anyway.

"Just...singing Mister Stark."

"Uh huh. Sit down, don't do that again."

"What sing?"

"No, call me Mister Stark. Your singing is just fine." You chuckled from your seat. The boy furthered his references by, when asked what he was looking for, replying "He was looking for a mind at work".

Then again, in Battle Strategy, you got to witness what happens when King T'Challa got annoyed.

In the class, the Black Panther wanted two students to demonstrate. You figured he probably should've thought about letting a kid name Charles go up, considering every member of the HamFam was there.

"I'm a general, wee." One member (it bothered you that no one knew their real names; they always answered with a part of the musical) muttered next to you. King T'Challa of course heard, and turned back to face him.

"What was that?" Instead of shutting up, the kid chuckled.

"Yeah...well...it's just...he's not the chocie I would've gone with." Instantly every member was on their feet (even the one who was sleeping).

"He sh!ts the bed in the battle of Monmouth!!"

"Everyone attack!!"

"Retreat!!"

"Attack!!"

"Retreat!!"

"What are you doing Lee, get back on your feet!!"

"But sir there's so many of them!!"

"I'm sorry, if this not your speed? Hamilton!!"

"Ready sir!!"

"Have--."

"Enough! If you have finished, I would like to continue with class." Another member you didn't recognize (you think he normally answered with "Laurens" for his name) chuckled nervously.

"Sorry sir...it's just....Washington cannot be left alone to his own devices, indecisive from crisis to crisis. The best thing he can do the revolution is--."

"Sit down and pay attention." The five quickly sat down, and paid attention, probably realizing T'Challa wasn't one to mess with. It was long however, before a daughter of Aphordite raised her hand.

"Is it true you used to be married to Storm?"

"I will not discuss my personal life with the students. But yes, we were once married."

"Why did you divorce?"

"None of your business."

"Did she decide that she wasn't satisfied?" You glanced at "Hercules Mulligan" with an odd look.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Did she take herself out of the narrative? Rereading every letter you wrote her, scanning for answers in every line, for some kind of sign of when you were hers? Noticing how paranoid you sounded in every line, of how they precive you?"

"I did not have an affair if that is what you are implying."

"Just thought I'd ask."

"Is she watching it burn?"

"Can we please get back to the lesson?"

"King T'Challa is right; the world has no right to her heart, the world has no place in their bed, they don't get to know what she said. She's burning the memories, burning the letters that might have redeemed him...He forfeit all rights to her heart, he forfeit the place in their bed, he can sleep in his office instead, with only the memories of when she was hisssss........She's hopes that he....burn........." The one going by "Aaron Burr" sang, quite well in your opinion.

"Back to the lesson." T'Challa snapped, and instantly the class was silent. The King was quite scary when he wanted to be.

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By the end of the week, you have learned all of the boys and their "names". The first one you had met was "Lafayette", and the one next to him was "Laurens". The one who rapped in Tech Lab was "Aaron Burr", and the last two were "Hercules Mulligan" and of course, "Alexander Hamilton".

How did you find out? By stupidly asking repeatedly over and over again of course.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Alexander Hamilton, and there's a million things I haven't done. But just you wait, just you wait."

"Okay then....how about you?"

"I'm John Laurens in the place to be, two pints of Sam Adam's but I'm working on three! Those red coats don't wanna with me, because I will pow-chick-a-pow these cops till I'm free!!"

"I don't think we can call them red coats anymore...but um...you?"

"Oui, oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette. The Lancelot of the revolutionary set. I came from afar just to say bonsoir to the king, "Casse toi". Who is the best? C'est moi."

"I don't speak French...so um...you?"

"Brrah, brrah, I am Hercules Mulligan, up in it, lovin' it, yes I heard your mother said "Come again!" Lock up your daughters and horses, of course, it's hard to have intercourse over four sets of corsets."

"That's....messed up....seriously. Please give me a straight answer...you know what never mind. I'm guessing you're Aaron Burr?"

"That depends who asking?"

"You disgust me."

"Ah, so you've discussed me. I'm a trust fund baby you can trust me." Sighing, you turned back to "Alexander Hamilton".

"You guys are a sad mess."

"So we need amendments."

"What?"

"It's full of condirdictions!"

"So is independence!!" And just like that you had been forgotten. Annoyed, you stormed off to the library, deciding to at least try and do something productive with your study hall.

However, the HamFam had other ideas.

"You strike me as a women(man?) who has never been satisfied."

"Go away dude."

"You're like me...I'm never satisfied."

"Seriously, please shut up. I like Hamilton too, but this is a little extreme."

"I have never been satisfied."

"Alex, or whatever your real name is, I'm going to punch you." You said, as you pushed up the library doors.

"Please no threats." The new Librarian, Belle, said kindly.

"Yeah, no threatens." "Laurens" hissed. You sighed and tried rushing to back of the library, but they followed you like puppies.

"Where's your family from?"

"Unimportant." You answered, before realizing that you had accidently continued with the next lyric. The boys grinned knowingly, waiting for you to continue.

"Unimportant but there's a million things I haven't done just you wait, just you wait." You finished dully. If possible, the boys grinned wider.

"I think you were on to something Alex."

"I agree with Laurens."

"Talk less you idiots, you're scaring her/him. Or at least talk quieter; this is a library after all." "Burr" snapped.

"Burr, check what we got. Mister Lafayette hard rock like--."

"Not the time Alex."

"Sorry Mulligan."

"You idiots going to tell me what's going on?"

"Oh, right. Well you see, we need an Angelica/Washington."

"Excuse me?" As if he thought he was talking to quiet, "Alexander" raised his voice.

"I said we need an Angelica/Washington!!" (If you're a guy pick Washington, girl Angelica. Or whichever I guess).

"Shhh!"

"Oh am I talking too loud? Sometimes I get over excited, shoot off at the mouth. I've never had a group of friends before, I promise that I'll make you all proud." He quietly sang, before turning back to you.

"Anyway, we need a girl/guy. You know, for Eliza/Washington, or even Maria/Mister Reynolds."

"I'm not singing that song."

"Okay then, Eliza/Washington!!"

"You want me to join the HamFam?" They all nodded quickly.

"Can I be F/C?" The group exchanged looks.

"We'd really prefer that you be either Eliza/Washington, Angelica/King George, or Maria Reynolds/James Madison." You thought for a moment.

"I guess I'll be.....Eliza/Washington." The boys started to high five, grinning madly.

"Great!! Start immediately!! Like now!!" You frowned.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah!!"

No surprise that it ended in detention. The week you joined the HamFam, the teachers finally got annoyed with them and sent them to detention. True to his name, Aaron Burr told Misako that you were apart of it too.

"Talk about damn fool that shot him." You muttered, sitting at the detention desk. Mister D was sitting there bored, having already taken attendance, noting that "Lafayette" was missing, but doing nothing about it.

He did show up of course.

"What'd I miss?" He asked simply, walking into the room, his bag full of something that gave you the feeling it wasn't books.

"Just sit down, don't talk." Mister D went back to his magazine or whatever, and the original HamFam moved their desks around you. Or, at least near you.

"We're sorry." "Mulligan" said.

"Agreed. We should've talked less, smile more." "Burr" added in.

"Too true Burr, but you're still the worst. Now we wanted to make it up to you Y/N. We did get you in this mess." "Laurens" said. At this, "Lafayette" opened his bag.

Butterbeer. It was a drink that was served at dinner sometimes. You have never tried it before, so the opportunity was almost too much to resist.

"I may not live to see our glory." "Alexander" quietly sang.

"I may not live to see our glory!" The other five sang back, and you couldn't help but crack a smile, noting how much this song actually related to the hero life.

"But I will gladly join the fight."

"But I will gladly join the fight!"

"And when our children tell our story..." Alex sang, grabbing a glass of butterbeer.

"And when our children tell our story..." The other five echoed, also grabbing a glass. Laurens pushed you yours, and you smiled again.

"They'll tell the story of tonight."

"Let's have another round tonight." Mulligan and Burr raised their glass.

"Let's have another round tonight." Lafayette and Laurens did the same.

"Let's have another round tonight." Hamilton copied, and waited to continue the song before you also raised your glass.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away. No matter what they tell you....Raise a glass to the six of us."

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us."

"Telling the story of tonight." Through no one noticed, you quietly sang along.

"They'll tell the story of tonight." Burr sang.

"Raise a glass to freedom, something they can never take away."

"No matter what they tell you." Alex gestured over to Mister D which made you nearly choke on your butterbeer.

"Let's have another round tonight."

"Raise a glass to the five of us.

"Tomorrow there'll be more of us." Everyone sang that line, even you. The anger of getting your first detention was fading, and was being replaced by the happy memory of spending time with friends...even if it was friends with fake names.

"Telling the story of tonight." You, Alex and Burr sang.

"Let's have another round tonight" Mulligan, Laurens, and Lafayette sang back.

"They'll tell the story of tonight." The pattern continued, all the way till the end of the song

"Raise a glass to freedom."

"They'll tell the story of tonight

"Raise a glass to freedom."

"They'll tell the story of tonight."

They'll tell the story of tonight~~~~." On the last line, you all burst out laughing.

"Okay, I guess I don't hate you anymore." You said, sipping your butterbeer.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I guess I was annoyed new kid getting off easy."

"Forget about it Burr. I don't mind."

"Really, if there's anything we can do to make it up to you, we'll do it." Laurens promised.
You smirked, already knowing your answer.

"Real names." The group exchanged looks.

"Really?" Mulligan asked.

"Yep. Class too." Alex snorted.

"Demigods, obviously. You think mortals could have this much class? What about you?"

"Y/C."

"Never would've guessed that." Burr said, through it hard to tell if he being sarcastic or not.

"Well, I'll go." Alex said.

"My name is L--."

"Okay children, enough talking." Mister D said, and your cursed his name.

"What's your name?" You hissed. Alex smirked.

"Alexander Hamilton of course." Damn.

"Don't modulate the key then not debate with me." Alex chuckled.

"My name is L--."

"Silence before I turn you all into dolphins." Of course. Sing a musical number that's fine. Actually talk? Nope. Ugh.

Life sucks.