Thomas sighed and pushed his round glasses back onto the top of his nose. "Another meeting today." He said to himself, and rubbed his forehead. He was too old for this already. He was 34, grieving over his dead wife and children, and worked with the stupidest person on earth.
You see, Thomas shared English 6 Advanced with Alexander Hamilton, because they were both literary masters and 6 Advanced was the highest class you could take, they both taught the class. However, Hamilton also taught Law 6, and Jefferson got stuck with Law 5. He so desperately wanted Law 6.
"Hamilton, please stop... tapping that pencil. We've got a meeting to worry about." Thomas groaned, finally realizing Alexander was in the room, tapping his pencil against the desk as he graded papers. Alexander took off his own glasses and ran a hand through his hair, sighing.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Big meeting. I absolutely hate you, don't get me wrong here, but I totally dislike Aaron Burr. Can you believe him? Adams is never here, and since he's the vice principle, he has a sub. I can't believe Burr got the job. He runs around like he's the boss of the place!"
Thomas sighed. "Hamilton, please, save your loathing for later. I'm not your therapist, and frankly, I hate you. And definitely don't care about your problems."
Alexander scoffed, "Ha! I hate you too. How about you just quit English 6?" Thomas felt his patience thinning.
"No. I worked hard for my job. You got here because of some stupid poems you wrote in your youth that made you all 'special' and 'smart.'" Thomas looked at the clock, ticking by steadily.
Alexander was silent for a second, which was rare. Ah, his week-spot. His childhood. However, Alex's silence was not long drawn out. "Oh yes, like you're any different! You got here because Thomas Paine liked your works!" He spat. And it wasn't even true!
Sure, Thomas's work was liked by Paine, but he definitely wasn't send here by him. He definitely had to try to be a teacher here.
"That's not even true, Hamilton, and you know it," he hissed. Hamilton gave him a cocky smile in return, and turned back to his work.
————————— at the meeting•—
Alexander sighed, as sat down next to John. Lafayette was speaking in French to Hercules, making Hercules look at his friend in confusion. Alexander was pretty good at French, but at the pace Lafayette was speaking it, he couldn't understand it at all.
Lafayette taught French 5 and 6, Hercules taught Gym 4 and 5, and John taught Geography and Biology 4 and 5.
The principle, George Washington, came into the office and smiled. Everyone sat up straighter right away. He wasn't scary, but yknow, he was the principle.
"Ah, I see we're all here." Washington said, but just then, George 'King' wandered into the room, wiggled his eyebrows, and walked out.
No one even knows why George was at the school. He subbed whenever a teacher needed him, but he didn't teach a class. Usually he just hung out in the library or wandered around the school.
Honestly, I'm Alexander's opinion, George was a total freak.
But besides that, George never caused any harm and was regularly okay. A bit off his rocker, but who isn't? After all, we teach kids. Kids, of all people. It's a surprise Alexander wasn't insane already.
Anyways, Washington sat down, sighed, and looked straight at Alexander. Shifting nervously, Alex glanced at Thomas. Had Thomas snitched on some of his cursing he did as the kids exited his classroom last Friday? Hopefully not.
Luckily, Washington simply smiled. James Madison, who taught Law 4 and was good friends with Thomas, coughed quietly. James was generally alright, but he was always sick. He confused Alexander.
