HAMILTON USER

You were writing down your notes, but paused occasionally. And by occasionally it was for more than 15 minutes at a time, completely zoned out. The reason you zoned out? Your teacher. Why? You didn’t know. The thought of your teachers hands trailing down your body just sounded so good.

You happened to zone out a little too much though. Because once your vision cleared from your day dreams, your teacher was staring at you oddly. The class was empty. You guys had a small talk about your home life and recent concerns before he allowed you to leave and go home.

It was sopping wet out, And you were freezing. You had to walk pretty far to your foster home, so it wasn't any better. The puddles you stepped in dampened the very bottom of your sweatpants. Your friends were all busy. That's when a nice, black car showed up. How did you recognize that car? You didn't know. It was only until the window rolled down and you heard a familiar voice.

"Hamilton, get in. It's cold out, I can't have a student freezing to death in the pouring rain." It was your teacher, Washington. You heard a click, indicating the passenger door was now unlocked for you.