To John Laurens, getting through highschool was nothing short of puzzling. He liked to think of it as a Rubix cube; there are a ton of tiny cubes that somehow came together to make six different colored sides. It didn’t make sense to him-well, it was highschool was it supposed to make sense? Life so far hadn’t. He had the basic nuclear family. A mom, a dad..a dog. 
He had friends..though their intentions could be..misjudged if one were to see...

Chapter 2: Inky Night

As the night drew its inky curtains on the island, Alexander and his newfound sister spoke almost too kindly of their homeland. Alexander listened patiently to his sister's languished, soft spoken ideas, which surely didn't match his own. He drank his bourbon laced tea with..much chagrin, almost, at the way she spoke, soft, pale hands fluttering gently in the air, like dove's wings. They only stopped flapping when she reached the subject of her. They settled...

April 17th, 1765
“Your sweet lamb is calling for you, Miss Faucette,” Called Flora, a contrasting feature to the crumbling walls of the top floor of the two story house on 34 Company Street, pressed awardly on a corner. Her voice rang loudly throughout the corridor, a rude awakening to the frail, red haired boy who had his face hidden away in a book, his slave sat by his side, thin, wiry legs pulled up to his chest.  
“Mizzer Hamilton..”...

April 19th, 1765
“Your sweet lamb is calling for you, Miss Faucette,” Called Flora, a contrasting feature to the crumbling walls of the top floor of the two story house on 34 Company Street, pressed awardly on a corner. Her voice rang loudly throughout the corridor, a rude awakening to the frail, red haired boy who had his face hidden away in a book, his slave sat by his side, thin, wiry legs pulled up to his chest. 
“Mizzer Hamilton..”...