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The Revolution at Colonial High

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Alex skips two grades and is the only 13 year old in a sea of 15 year olds. Washington adopted Alex. George Washington and King George are fighting over being in charge of Colonial high. Well, King is already the principal. Wash just wants it to be more in the hands of the students. The school is separated into 3 sides right now: the Loyalist (*loyal to King George and his rules), the Patriots (*what to change the school with George Washington), and the Neutrals. Welcome to the 10th grade Alex.

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Chapter 1: Not Throwing Away My Shot

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     It was Alex’s first day of school, and he already wanted to leave. He had only been here for 20 minutes, and, even now, he was still being barraged with strange looks and stares. Geez, it was like none of them had seen a 13 year old before. Was it the fact that he was 2 years younger than all the other students, or that that he was a new student who came in the middle of November, the reason that they were looking at him like an alien from a faraway galaxy. Or maybe it was that he was walking side by side with a teacher/his dad to class. Yep, that’s social suicide. But, even after 5 months, it still feels weird to be living with Mr. Washington. Despite Washington’s best wishes, he still wouldn’t give in to calling the man ‘Dad’. It just wasn’t happening.
     “If you have any questions, come by my room. Oh, and remember not to aggravate or start anything this time,” George insisted,” You still need to send an apology to Mr. Heere from last week’s incident.”
     “It wasn’t my fault that he decided not to put on pants before walking out the house,” Alex grumbled while trying to avoid looking into George’s eyes.
      “Just make sure to be careful, ok?” He looked down at the boy expectantly. “Let them, know that you are a young man of great renown.”
     “Yes, sir,” Alex replied, trying to hide the small growing on his face, “I’ll make you proud.”
And with that, Alexander was facing his new first period classroom. He lifted his arm to open the door as Washington watched proudly. It was his first moments of a brand new year, and he was not throwing away his shot.