(Zoe POV)
Shit.

Shit shit shit.

Shit.

Dang toe.

I was attempting to grab a midnight snack, and I stubbed it.

Gracefull me.

I grabbed myself a pint of Ice Cream, not wanting my midnight quest to go to waste.

As I spooned my sweet sweet dessert, I spotted something moving around in the shadows.

"Hunter! stop it! I swear to Lin-Manuel Miranda, I will snap your neck, cut you up into square inch pieces, burn those pieces, and scatter the remaining ashes throughout the city of New York." He did this all the time. Brothers..

Nobody responded.

Spooky.

I walked back into my room, where a thirty-something year-old man was sitting, looking pretty dam confused.

"Excuse me, miss, would you happen to know where your father is? I appear to be quite lost."

Oh shoot.

That's thomas jefferson.

(Alex POV)

I got to talk to Alexander again.

In 'person', I mean. He was still in my brain, but I could actually see him now.

"So, what was It like, meeting George washington and Thomas jefferson and stuff?"

I didn't know much about history. That was zoe's job. She was the one obsessed with 'Hamilton'. Personally, I don't care much for it. That whole rapping thing.

"Oh, Washington was an amazing man. Although he was much less patient than he let on. Thomas jefferson was, quite the adversary. I feel ashamed to say that my quarrels with Mr. Jefferson had given the president many a headache."

"The president?"

"Washington."

I could hear a distant beeping, and it seemed so could Alex.

Then I realized.

My alarm.

-What did you want me to say? 'Time skip'? Alright.-

I was back at school.

Yaaaaaaaay. She said whilst tying a noose.

Why would you complain about getting an education?

U ain't seen nothing yet.

People stared at me as I passed. Maybe because of, what I had begun to call, The great Un-Deskafying. Or maybe it was because I looked like I hadn't slept in a week. I was just in a hurry. Usually I can at least brush my hair. But today it was in the messiest bun.

Someone whispered something about me stealing the declaration of Independance.

Gossip. Nyeh.

'Nyeh'?

Are you going to continue doing that?

Until you begin speaking english properly.

I was in my first class, American History(Wow this should be fun. You should learn about the country you live in. Shut up) I sat in the middle of Zoe and Mary. Zoe fidgeted in her chair.

My teacher, a man named Mr. Budrene, smiled and walked over to me.

"Hey, Alex. Are you feeling better?" Sure, just going insane over here.

"I'm fine. I just need to not fall into any more priceless historical artifacts, and I should be good."

"Well, We don't have another field trip for the next few months, so you should be good."

I smiled, and the bell rang, signaling the start of the bell.
"Alright. As you may remember, yesterday we left off with the election of 1800..."

(Alexander POV)

Alex's teacher was talking about the election of eighteen hundred. I did not want to revisit that again. So I simply sat there.

It was sort of like looking through a window. I sat there, in a rather cluttered Library. The books were named things like 'Boston creep' Or 'Algebra'. There were some books on huge shelves, but most were simply piled up and strewn about. Some were flying through the air, flipping through themselves.

There were also objects. A stuffed toy, some strange metal object that looked like a handheld mirror. I was sitting on a soft sack twice my size.. Not quite sophisticated, but comfortable all the same.

I wondered to myself. Did my mind look like this? That seemed strange, and it hurt just thinking about it.

I could hear Her thoughts. Not inside my head, but out loud. As though she were speaking it from all around the room at once.

She looked over at a friend, 'Zoe'. Something about her, just today, made me feel uneasy. I Stood up, getting as close as possible to the glass. I thought I had seen something in her eyes.

Indeed, there was a figure, not that of Alex, but rather someone else.

(Thomas POV) oOOo SURPRISES

Alexander Hamilton. Why was it always him?

(A/N)
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*stirs plot, as it thickens to a paste*
IMMA HAVE FUN W THIS ONE!!
yoitszoe gave me the suggestion for the name of the teacher. THANK YOU jollyolejorge !!! You are the one who inspired me to write this story.
I SHALST SEE U PEEPS IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!