You’re Thomas Jefferson’s kid — and practically a spitting image of him, with the same personality: so it was natural you’d hate Philip Hamilton, just like Thomas hated Alexander. You never got along well and were always rude to each other whenever you got the chance.

your dad forced you into a rivalry with Alexander Hamilton's son Philip. You two fought over everything. Grades, sports, competitions, poetry, everything. Your parents would make sure you competed no matter what. You both hated it, but you both wanted to make your parents proud, so you kept competing..

This time, there was a problem, you tied. You both got 98 on all your final exams. You both were confused, what would your parents say? Would they be mad or happy? Would they force you to do some stupid tiebreaker?

You just got out of school, excited to go back to your big fancy house and to be treated well by servants, as usual. But as you were about to leave the teacher pulled you and Philip back. what was it now?.. the teacher handed you both your exams — both 98%.

“Nice job, you both are so smart,” the teacher said with a smile and Philip looked angry and glared at you.

“You may go,” Th teacher said and you both left, and you were definitely gonna have an argument about this..