Chapter 1
Washingdad's P.O.V
It's the last day of school, and the final bell should ring any second now. My students are just talking about college and summer plans as they wait for the school year to officially be over. The graduation is next week, and I'm excited to see them all receive their diplomas.
I spot my sons, Alexander Hamilton and Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette...erm- Marquis, talking to their friends. This is the only class with all of them in it. Most of the time, it's only two or three of them in the same class. There are eight of them: The Schuyler Sisters, John Laurens, Hercules Mulligan, my sons, and Maria Lewis, and most of them are graduating this year. Elizabeth (Eliza) Schuyler and Maria Lewis are juniors, so they're graduating next year, and Margarita (Peggy) Schuyler is a sophomore, so she's graduating in two years.
We should do something while we're all still together. I think they'll appreciate that. Where should we go? I'll let everyone know about my idea.
*RING! RING! RING!* The bell shrieks.
Everyone starts to run out of my classroom, and start screaming, but I stop them.
"Wait a moment, students." I start. "I hope you all have a relaxing, and fun summer vacation. Stay safe, and I'll see some of you again next year!"
I hear a murmur of "thank you's" before they all run out and start screaming. I begin to pack up the final thing in my classroom, when I hear a knock on the door.
"Come in." I say, not looking up from packing.
"Hey, Dad. Do you mind if I stay here and go home with you. I can help pack." The voice says.
I look up and see my son, Alexander. I smile gratefully at him, and he smiles back. It took awhile, but he finally feels at home here. "Of course, son."