The String // Lams

Chapter One

^^^Based off of video above^^^

  Kindergarten, the first day. Everyone was excited, especially one Alexander Hamilton. He had been counting down the days since his last birthday, waiting for a chance to meet new people, learn things, and perhaps make some new friends. His mother had told him to bring an apple for his new teacher.

  Alex had been smiling the whole day, even when he had tripped on the stairs into the school and scraped his knee, nearly dropping the apple, he kept smiling. Once they entered through a door, he saw some of the other kids running in circles around the classroom as his grip strengthened on his mother's own hand. She gave him a supporting smile as her son took in the new scenery.

  It was an ordinary kindergarten classroom, colors everywhere with posters saying what their names were even though they all just looked like different shades of grey, drawings from kids graduated long ago, and the teacher's desk, accompanied by a "World's Best Kindergarten Teacher" mug (the word "kindergarten" seemingly written by a young child with a red (not that he could tell) crayon) and an engraved nameplate that stated "Ms. Dolores R. Piney". No one knew what the R. stood for, she never told anyone.

  A tall, kind looking woman with flowing blonde hair and a birthmark above her lip, appearing to be around her late twenties or early thirties, walked towards the two, "Hello! I'm the kindergarten teacher here." A few more words were spoken, but all were directed towards Alexander's mother, until... "And who is this?" Ms. Piney said addressing the small boy.

  Alex found himself shy and tried to shake the feeling off. "I'm Alexander, ma'am. But you can call me Alex.. if you want..." His confident demeanor faltered as he finished, trailing off, yet he still released his mother's hand to hold it out, like any gentleman would be. His new teacher quickly took his unspoken offer, shaking his hand in awe.

  "What a bright young man you are! My name is Ms. Piney and I'm going to be your kindergarten teacher."

  Later that day, after his mother left against his begging her to stay, the class was sat in front of a chalkboard, on a plush, circular rug. On the board, a picture of two people, one male, one female, connected by a red line that seemed to droop between them. This confused Alex.

  "The red string of fate; well, your parents probably already told you about them. It's the thread that connects you to your soulmate, and only you and the person on the other side of it can see it. Some people go their whole lives looking for their soulmates, sometimes starting when they're just children-" two kids (of which Alex didn't know the names of) shared a glance, grinning to the other.  Alexander raised his hand. "others wait until their adults. Yes, Alex?"

"I don't have a red string..."