‘Turtle Boy’ Bonus
Written by Alexander Hamilton
It was my first day of school in America! I’m so excited to be here at Miranda Middle School! Everyone was nice to me, and they wanted to be my friend! I had a tiny bit of an accent still, and people thought I was cool! The girls blushed when I walked by, and the boys tried talking to me. The only problem was, it was during class, and I wanted to focus on the teacher.
During lunch, SO many people told me I could sit with them! I had trouble deciding! That’s when I first noticed him. A boy a couple of inches taller than me, laughing with his friends. He has curly brown hair that is pulled into a ponytail, and freckles cover his face. I only caught a glimpse, but when I saw his eyes, oh his eyes were just the prettiest green you’ve ever seen. He was wearing jeans and a turtle shirt on it. He looked good in green, to say the least. And he seems to REALLY like turtles. I’ll call him Turtle Boy.
And for some reason, “Everything Has Changed” by Taylor Swift is running through my head.
His friends, however, kind of scared me. One of them was already 5’ 11”, and he has black hair also pulled into a ponytail. He has dark skin, and based on what I heard, he seemed to have a French accent. The other guy was about 5’ 9”, and he was also dark skinned. He had a black piece of cloth wrapped around his forehead, and he looked REALLY intimidating.
Why was this sweet kid hanging out with these imposing figures?
I ended up sitting with some boys, which I now regret doing. They were really amiable towards me, but the things they said were not nice, and mostly racist or inappropriate. Yeah, I ended up reading in the library.
I just can’t stop thinking about that kid. He’s in most of my classes, except for PE and Library Aide. I really want to talk to him! Oh, I wish I knew his name! And OH. MY. GOSH. He just seems like the nicest person in the whole wide world!
Man, I wish I wasn’t so socially awkward. It’s the third day of school, and I still haven’t mustered up the courage to talk to him. Even without his friends, I am really scared. What if he doesn’t like me? What if he makes fun of my slight accent? What if he thinks I’m a jerk since I hung out with those boys the first day? (Yeah, now I just sit alone). What if his friends are meaner than they look? What if he’s meaner than he looks? What if what if what if?
Oh my goodness, he looked at me today! I was in math, and I was confused on something. I had looked around to see if anyone else was as confused as me. I saw him, and he was also looking around. We locked eyes, and darn those eyes of his! He gave me a small smile before returning to his work.
HE SMILED AT ME!!!!!!!!
Yeah, that made my day. But would I be able to talk to him?
Ms. Griffin is a blessing. She’s my writing teacher, and we were told to get into groups of two to work on writing something. She decided to assign partners. And guess who she put me with?
I was so excited, but I had to act cool. She did this random prompt generator thing, and we got: Describe the secret wish of a brainy president who lands on a faraway planet. Yeah, it’s weird. But we have to work with what we got.
Now I became really nervous. This is my one shot at becoming friends with him, and I am NOT throwing away my shot.
Thankfully, he spoke first. “I’m John Laurens, in the place to be,” he says, sticking out his hand.
I took it and replied, “Alexander Hamilton.”
“Oh, you’re the new kid from the Caribbean, right?” I nodded. “That’s cool. You know, both of my friends are immigrants, too. Lafayette is from France, and Hercules is from Ireland.”
“I’m sorry, how do you pronounce his name?”
“Oh. That’s cool!” We then got to work on our story, and of course it included turtles. When we presented, a few people laughed when John mentioned the turtles (I had him read it).
I barely even knew this guy, but I still got angry at them for being so rude. Why do they make fun of him for it? We returned to our spot in the back of the room, and John looked upset. He eyes that were normally filled with happiness were drained and refilled with sadness.
“Hey, are you okay?” I whispered.
I might be imagining things, but I could have sworn he… blushed? What the heck me, why would he blush?
“Y-yeah,” he stuttered. “People are just jerks, ya know?”
During lunch that day, a kid came over and sat with me. His name was Aaron Burr, and we became friends. He’s a really cool guy, but I really wanted to be friends with John.
Okay, okay, I think I might do it today. I think I’ll ask if I can sit with them. Here it goes!
Burr was sitting with some other friends today, so I took this as an opportunity. I took a deep breath and walked over to them. Their conversation died as I approached.
“Um, hey, uh, is it okay if I sit with you guys?”
John immediately beamed and said, “Of course you can Alexander!”
HE LET ME SIT WITH THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! But it gets better!
I smiled and sat down at the empty bench.
“Alex, these are my friends, Lafayette,” he motions towards the other guy with a ponytail, “and Hercules,” he points to the guy that looks really scary.
“H-hi,” I stuttered. “I’m Alexander Hamilton.”
“Nice to meet you mon ami!”
DID HE JUST CALL ME HIS FRIEND?!?!?!?
“Wait, did you just call me your friend?”
“Wait, you can speak French?”
Okay, maybe they won’t be so bad after all.
I’ve been sitting with them for a few days, and I think I have some new friends! Burr and I are still friends, especially since we’re both at the orphanage together.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JOHN, LAFF, AND HERC SAID THAT I CAN LIVE WITH THEM!!! JOHN’S PARENTS SIGNED THE FORMS, AND NOW I DON’T HAVE TO LIVE THERE ANYMORE!!!!
I really like this John Laurens. He’s honestly the best person in the whole world, and I couldn’t have picked anyone better to be my friend.