If there's a fire

5.

//// Tfw when you're not sure if you should write George Washington into the story like how he is in Hamilton or like how he is in "the adventures of George Washington" ////

School started.

James Madison hated himself more than ever.

After the day before, Thomas had stomped into their room and just sat down. He didn't acknowledge James, not even the next morning.

"Thomas- wanna walk to-" James began.

Thomas left the room, making his way to his first class. James trailed behind, having no clue where their first class was.

This was why James hid himself- he didn't want Thomas to do that. Ignore him- he hoped Thomas was just thinking. He hoped Thomas didn't hate him.

The two entered their first period class to find assigned seats. James was sat in front of a certain Samuel- he looked like a pretentious asshole. Jefferson sat the row over, right beside James. James looked at him, trying to decipher what exactly the guy was thinking.

He couldn't.

"I'm sorry." James said. Thomas just pursed his lips, pulling his notebook out of his book bag and acting as if he hadn't heard, or didn't care.

The teacher entered- he wasn't much older than the students, actually.

"Hello, class. As you can all tell, unless you're new here as well, I'm a new teacher. I just graduated university under a year ago- and I actually went to this school for high school myself. I'm here to teach you all English literature, and my name is "Mister Washington," but you can just call me Mr. W." He introduced himself.

James liked him already- he was a nice teacher. He seemed very calm... chill, even.

The day began with just introductory games.

"My name is James, and my favorite hobby is... playing the viola." James said the first thing that came to mind.

"My name is Samuel, and I like public speaking."

It went down the row until it got to Thomas.

"My name is Thomas, and, uh, I like sleeping." He said. Everyone chuckled. Thomas seemed proud to get that reaction.

This added on to James's theory that Thomas just wanted to be liked.

The list completed, ending at a girl called Martha. She seemed a little too interested in the teacher.

James agreed he was hot but- the girl winked and took it too far.

Classes ended slowly- this school has four class periods spanned out throughout six hours, and Thomas was in all four of his. Thomas, apparently, was also in Orchestra. He didn't play anything- he was just in the class. Apparently he and a group of others helped "arrange" music.

James had early asked Thomas why he was even in orchestra. Thomas said it was because the teacher let them sit in the back on their phones, until the end of the year when they had to suggest a song for the orchestra to play the next year.

James headed on, trailing slightly closer to Thomas as they made their way to their next class- science.

The teacher made them play a similar game as the last class- this time they also added charades. James did not participate. John, who was also in the class, gladly did.

That class ended.

Next was- finally- orchestra. When he arrived, he was in awe. The classroom was beautiful. Everyone set their belongings up front and those who already had instruments retrieved them and sat somewhere. They hadn't been given places yet, therefore no one knew which chair they were.