The next morning, true to his word, George woke Alex and the others. Lafayette was the first into the bathroom, annoying John and Aaron.

Downstairs, Hercules was already at the breakfast table. Toast was on the menu on Monday as Alex found out when he went downstairs.

It was a good day for Alex. His knees weren't hurting as bad as they usually did and there was only a dull ache in his other joints. It was practically ignorable! So he was on cloud nine for that alone.

"Hey, Sherlock." Hercules greeted.

"Sherlock?" Alex asked.

"Yeah." Hercules shrugged. "You remember? Like how Lafayette is Dr House. Aaron is Daredevil. And I'm Professor X."

"Then who's John?" Alex asked.

"Donatello." Hercules replied.

"The sculptor?"

"The Ninja Turtle."

"Oh."

"Good morning, Alex." Martha greeted. "I would ask what you would like for breakfast, but we've decided to stick to routine, which keeps John happy." She said. "Breakfast this morning is toast, but you can choose the topping-butter, jam, marmalade, peanut butter, chocolate spread... Wait. You're asthmatic. You're allergic to peanut butter, right?"

"No. I don't have food allergies." Alex said.

"Well, something he doesn't have. That's amazing." Hercules said sarcastically.

"Hercules. Stop it. I've warned you about this before." Martha said. She turned back to Alex. "I thought asthmatics had food allergies? James Madison has asthma and a peanut allergy."

Alex shrugged. "That's James Madison. I guess not all asthmatics have allergies. Just some."

"So you would like peanut butter on your toast?" Martha asked.

"No. Peanut butter's gross. It tastes icky and sticks in my mouth."

"Don't tell that to John-he swears by the stuff." Hercules said.

"Morning, Martha." George said as he walked in. "Morning, Hercules. And Alex."

"Hey, George." Hercules greeted.

"Um. Yeah. Hi." Alex shrugged.

"Alex doesn't have food allergies." Martha said.

"It says in his file he does." George said, somewhat irritated.

"I know it does." Martha said.

George swore quietly to himself. "Alright." He took a deep breath. "Alright. Alex. We're going to get you registered for school."

"I'm not registered for school?" Alex asked. "Wait, you have to be registered for school?"

"Yes, but don't worry. I can use my connections as a Senator to get you in." George said.

"Oh." Alex paused. "I don't understand."

"You soon will, man." Hercules said. "So you think you're able to survive this mess by being a prince or a princess-"

"Not the time, Hercules." Martha said. She set a plate of toast in front of him and another in front of Alex. The toast on both plates had been cut into triangles.

Alex picked up a knife and the butter and began to butter his toast.

"Whatever." Hercules picked up the strawberry jam and a knife.

Lafayette walked into the kitchen, flamboyantly flicking their big hair. "Bon matin á tous!" They exclaimed.

"Lafayette, please tie your hair back before training." Martha said as she set four new pieces of toast into the toaster.

"Yeah, I will." Lafayette sighed.

"And don't forget your blades."

"I won't."

"Lafayette, you chose to run. You could have done anything else. But you wanted to do sprinting. So stick with it."

"I will, Martha. It's just..." They shrugged.

"Are you having problems?" George asked. "Should I take you back to the prosthetist?"

"That'd be great. Thanks, George." Lafayette said.

"I'll make an appointment while you're in school. I don't want you running on your blades if they're causing you problems. You're just doing damage to what you have left of your legs."

"Okay." Lafayette said. "But there's no problem with the socket, I-"

"I still don't want you running on them." George said. "No running for you today. Or this week. But you need to keep fit.

"Just work out in the gym." Martha said.

"Yes. Work out in the gym." George agreed.

"What's going on here?" Aaron asked. He may have been Deaf and blind, but he could still sense the tension.

"Lafayette is not going running today." Martha said as the toast popped up from the toaster. She put two slices each on a plate and cut them up into triangles.

"Okay." Aaron said, after a brief stunned silence. "Didn't expect that." He took a seat at the table.

"I didn't expect you to comment on it." Lafayette said.

"Hey, play nice." Martha put a plate in front of George and another in front of Lafayette and started the process again.

"We... weren't fighting." Aaron said.

"Yeah, I'm the one who instigates the fights around here." Hercules joked.

John was the last into the kitchen.

"Morning, John." Martha greeted.

"Morning." John said. "Morning. Morning. Morning. Morning."

"Yes, it's morning." Aaron said.

"And we're going to school early today." George said.

"Why?" Hercules asked.

"Because Alex needs to enrol in school."

"Alex is coming to school with us?" John asked.

"Yes. Yes he is." Martha said.

Alex slunk down in his seat.

At the school, Alex had walked down the corridor with George and the others, before they hurried off to their classes. Alex kept walking alongside George until they got to an office-the principal's office.

Alex waited outside while George and the principal talked, which seemed to be forever. It was ten by the time George came out. He had been in there an hour and a half. The principal followed and Alex stood up. Alex wasn't expecting a woman. Then again, he didn't know what to expect anyway, having never been in school before.

"You must be Alexander Hamilton." The principal said.

Alex nodded nervously.

"I'm Principal Adams. And let me be the first to welcome you to Yorktown High School." She held her hand out.

Alex looked at her hand and carefully reached out to shake it.

"Good, good." The principal nodded. "Now, my friend George tells me that you've never been to school before. Is that right?"

"Uh... Yes. Ma'am." Alex said.

"And that you have some pretty complex needs." The principal nodded again. "Well, you wouldn't be the first, as you well know. We will do our best to get a learning plan in place as soon as possible."

"Learning plan?" Alex asked.

"Well, I presume you will be missing some days for hospital appointments and treatments." The principal said. "We want to get you set up for that so you don't fall behind in school."

"Okay." Alex said.

"Are you okay with that, Alex?" George asked.

"I don't know. I don't know school." Alex said.

"You soon will." The principal said. "Alright, Alex. You will be in the tenth grade. A sophomore."

"What does that mean?" Alex asked.

"You've just turned sixteen." George said. "The grade for those who are fifteen and sixteen is the tenth grade. Tenth graders are called sophomores." He explained.

"What's a grade though? No, not what is-why is it called a grade when you get graded on your work? It's something I don't understand. Can't you just use Year One, Year Two, Year Three and so on until the Sixth Form like the Caribbean does?" Alex asked.

"Sixth Form? I... um... That's just the way we do it here in the USA." The principal said. "Have you thought about your subjects?"

"Subjects?"

"What you would like to study." George said.

"I don't know. I've always had that picked for me." Alex said.

"Well, I don't think physical education would be suitable for you." The principal said. "But you can choose anything else."

Alex looked to George for help.

"Okay. Well, English, math, and both hard and social science. They're a given. They're core subjects-core means you have to study them." George explained. "So right off the bat you would be studying English, math, IT, biology, physics, and chemistry."

"Okay. And what about social science?" Alex asked. "Like sociology, psychology, history and geography?"

"Yes." The principal said. "We also have electives; art, drama, woodwork, metalwork, languages, food and nutrition-"

"They sound soft." Alex commented. "What about something harder?"

"Alex, I don't think you should be going for something too hard at the moment." George said. "If you want my recommendation, I suggest going for a foreign language, food and nutrition and creative writing."

Alex nodded. "Then that, I guess." He shrugged.

"Alright. Well, make your way to room thirty-two and you will find your fellow classmates." The principal said. "I'll sort out your timetable for you."

"Would you like me to take you?" George asked, seeing how nervous Alex was.

"Uh. No. I-I think I can make it myself." Alex said.

"Alright. I still need to sort a few things out with Principal Adams. I'll meet you later." George said.

"Okay." Alex nodded.

George and the principal went back into her office and Alex began wandering the halls looking for classroom thirty-two.

The school was smaller than Alex thought it would be. He didn't know why, but he imagined it to be bigger. It was well lit, that was sure. Though that would have something to do with the overabundance of windows.

Eventually, Alex found the classroom and walked in. He didn't know what to expect, since he had never been to school before, but in his eyes, all he saw was a group of hooligans. Shouting loudly, hooting, throwing things... Except for that one guy in the back who was absorbed in his book.

Nobody seemed to notice Alex at the front of the classroom. But they noticed James Madison enter. Then again, the blue walker was difficult to miss. When James faced them, they all quietened down and shut up.

"Right. This-this is Alexander Hamilton." James began, in his slurred type voice. Still so quiet. How could everyone hear him? "He is new. And he's never been to school before. So. So we should make him feel welcome. Alright?" He turned his head to Alex. "Say something."

"Oh. Um..." Alex stared ahead and saw everyone staring at him. All eyes were firmly on him. "I'm from the Caribbean. I've moved around a lot. I was born in Nevis. Lived in St Croix. Bounced around New York for a bit. Now I live here, in Virginia."

"Okay. Guess he's got no hobbies." James coughed into his hand and cleared his throat. "Right. Thomas. Can you show him round? Be his mentor for the week?"

The boy at the back lowered his book and looked at Alex.

It was striking to Alex how much this Thomas looked like Lafayette. Seriously. Where they long lost brothers or something? Maybe there was someone out there that looked like that so Alex could have his kidney.

"Yeah. Sure." Thomas mumbled. "Why not?" He went back to reading his book.

"Thomas is... shy." James said. He couldn't think of another word to describe him. "But he's good when you get to know him."

"O-okay." Alex said. "What happens now?"

"You sit." James said. "There's an open seat next to Eliza."

Alex nodded and went to go and sit down at the free seat next to the girl, Eliza.

Eliza's eyes went wide and she smiled brightly at Alex. When Alex smiled back, Eliza chuckled and turned away. Her phone was in her lap and she quickly sent a text to her sister Angelica; a text that read only 'helpless 3 3 3'

Quickly, she put her phone back in her jeans pocket before the teacher arrived.

At break time-or whatever they called it, Alex was approached by Thomas. The second thing, Alex noticed-after Thomas looking like Lafayette-was that he dressed down. His clothes were almost shabby. Sweatpants, a torn up pull over hoodie and worn out, dirty, old sneakers. He was carrying the book he'd been reading under his arm.

"Alexander Hamilton." Thomas said. "You-uh. Well, um... James. Told me to do this. So." He shrugged.

The third thing Alex noticed was that he had a really hard time getting his words out. And the Fourth was Thomas' reluctance to make eye contact.

"Oh. Okay." Alex nodded. "So what were you reading?"

"A Brief History of Time." Thomas said, looking down to his book, which was well worn out. "In French."

"You speak French?" Alex asked. It seemed everyone could. His second language wouldn't go to waste after all.

Thomas nodded. "Yeah. I speak languages. I read a lot. Reading is good. Reading is fun. Books are better than people most of the time."

Alex nodded. He wasn't about to argue with that. "You like books then."

"I don't think I'd be able to survive without books." Thomas said.

"Do you like Harry Potter?" Surely everyone liked Harry Potter.

"No." Thomas said.

Evidently not everyone liked Harry Potter.

"I don't like novels. They're a mass of trash."

"So what do you like?" Alex asked.

"Books about math, science, engineering." Thomas replied. "I'm into STEM."

"Do you like any fiction?" Alex asked.

Thomas considered for a moment. "Shakespeare's works are classics. You can't, uh, can't not like them."

"All of them?"

Thomas shrugged and said nothing.

"Well, I like reading too." Alex said, trying to find something in common with Thomas.

"Who doesn't?" Thomas asked. "Well, I suppose dyslexics. And Trump voters." He paused and looked down at his book again. "Mostly the Trump voters."

Outside, Eliza and her sisters were sitting on a bench. Eliza was still wearing that goofy smile.

"Oh my god, Angelica." Eliza said. "I swear it was him-that orphan boy from last year. He has the same long hair and the same nose and the same lips and oh those eyes... Those beautiful eyes... Angelica, I'm helpless."

"Eliza, it's probably not him. He was in New York. This is Virginia." Angelica said.

"So you think it was a lookalike?" Eliza asked. "If so, he was very convincing."

"So you even know the name of the orphan boy?" The other sister, Peggy asked. "Or do you just call him Orphan Boy for the hell of it?"

"I've been calling him Orphan Boy because I don't know his name." Eliza admitted. "But I do know his name now. It's Alexander Hamilton." She said, dragging out the syllables.

Angelica raised her eyebrow. She recognised the name; it was the same orphan boy. "Alexander Hamilton."

"And I sit next to him in class too. Oh he's so amazing, Angelica-"

"Jeez Eliza. You run around kicking a ball, sliding in mud, climbing trees and you're just swooning over this one dude." Peggy said. "It's unreal."

"Wait until you have a crush, Peggy." Angelica said as she played on her phone. "You'll see it differently then."

"No way. I'm not into dudes." Peggy said. "Or girls. I'm more into having fun."

"And Eliza was once more into roughing up dudes than crushing on them, but here we are." Angelica shrugged.

"I'm not into dudes." Eliza said. "I'm into one specific dude. Alexander Hamilton. Ohhhhhh his eyes!" She blushed as she spun around happily. "I am in love!"

"Sound the maroons! Eliza's in love!" Angelica said sarcastically.

A/N: Hey guys! I'm having a bit of trouble with this story for a bit later on. I can't decide if James Madison should use a manual wheelchair like Hercules or a power wheelchair. He can stand and walk. But only with orthoses and posterior walker-also known as a fair trainer. Long distances would be a massive no without a wheelchair. But which type? That's what I'm struggling with.

Anyway, onto the notes!

So the nicknames have been brought up again.

Not every asthmatic has food allergies. It's just a small percentage. In my year when I was in school, pretty much everyone but me was asthmatic and nobody had a food allergy. In fact, in an ironic twist, I, the non asthmatic, had the food allergy.

Matilda shout out.

Lafayette, having been an amputee for five years, would be seeing their prosthetist every two or three months or so. They (prosthetists) would deal with any problem Lafayette would have with their prosthetics, whether it be with the socket-the bit where the leg goes in-or some other part or even a mechanical issue. It would damage Lafayette if they used their prosthetics, particularly as all their weight is going on them. Also, fun fact, generally, prosthetic legs are lighter than actual legs.

No uni idea how American High Schools work. Never been to one. But that is how my British secondary school worked. Special needs students had in place a learning plan and a help teacher. I went through so many of them. Compulsory subjects were English, maths, science (Biol, Phys and Chem), History, Geography, Welsh, IT and citizenship-mixed up of sex-ed, first aid, political science and so much more. It was fun, a new subject each week. But since there would be no need for the Welsh language in Virginia, I didn't mention it. I had two electives, French and extra science. But others included PE, RE, art, music, drama, woodwork, metalwork, food and nutrition, health and social care, creative writing and any of those subjects, but in Welsh.

Sixth Form is a thing in the UK and the English speaking Caribbean, so also in St Kitts and Nevis, where Alex is from. I don't know how to explain it even though I did it, so if you want to google it, be my guest. Also, in the UK, you used to get paid £30 just for going. I remember those days where they used to pay you to get an education. Now you pay them thousands. Not fair. #JC4PM.

Thomas Jefferson. I introduced him reading because that's probably what historical Jefferson would be doing. Historical Jefferson was an avid reader.

Yes, Alex, there is someone out there who looks exactly like you. But you'll have to wait to find out who it is.

Thomas Jefferson was not known for dressing fancy like. He always drressed down or innapropriately for the occasion and frequently wore slippers to meetings. He also had to be reminded to bathe. Yep. He absolutely was not a good orator either.

If A Brief History of Time was out in Jefferson's day, he probably would have read it. Jefferson loved to read and write in different languages too. French, Italian, Latin, Greek, possibly more that I'm forgetting.

Jefferson did believe that books were better than people. He also said that he wouldn't be able to survive without books in a letter to John Adams. He also called most novels 'a mass of trash' and preferred academic books. Though he was a fan of Shakespeare and the classics like Homer's Odyssey.

Jefferson was absolutely into what we now call STEM. He loved science and reading about science and he loved mathematics as well.

Jefferson's opinion on Trump voters and dyslexics do not represent the views of the author.

So as you see, Daveed Diggs' portrayal is so far off the real dude, he may as well be playing a different character, but you know what? I still enjoy his bit in Washington on Your Side.

Historical Eliza Schuyler was absolutely a tomboy.

Peggy is asexual and you see the first hints of that here.

If you're too young and don't know what a maroon is, it's a sort of firework, but they're used for communication. Like one rocket for 'man the lifeboats!' two for 'we need the coastguard' and three for 'holy crap, we've been nuked and nuclear fallout is coming-seek shelter and don't come out for two weeks!'.