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The ringing sound of the bells echoed the halls, signaling the start of lunch break.
He stood up from his chair in the most relieved way you could see someone stand up possible.
Samuel is immortal. In a weird way. In a freaky-sciencey way he barely knows anything about.
He’s lived for around 295 years, his first birth during the 18th century.
He spent his life as normal, like how an ordinary human being would. Before he was “cursed” with immortality, he was a bishop. In fact, the first to be one in America. During his time then, the Americans were fighting for their freedom against King George III - known as the American Revolutionary Wars, but truthfully, he didn’t agree with their opinions against the King at all.
He often voiced himself out in the square during those times, his words just as opinionated as his thoughts on the revolts - just as intended. Despite being berated many times and still pretty much persistently trying to change the people’s minds, he remembered he’d been wronged by a particularly specific individual, a man named Alexander Hamilton.
Oh, how he despised him.
How shameful it was to know that a 19 year old college graduate had once won a publishing war against him!
Him!
Truly disappointing - how he couldn’t discipline even one of those fools showing such immense disrespect towards the king.
Even in the modern era, the descendants of that damn man still haunts him.
Alexander Hamilton, his highschool classmate and somehow just as outspoken as his ancestor centuries ago.
And especially when Samuel simply expressed his opinion during history class - regarding the Revolutionary War (again) and was surely correct when he said that they were stupid to disobey the king - Alex had initiated a debate with him. God, the kid spoke so much it ironically knocked Samuel out of words, even after accumulating so much knowledge over the centuries he’s lived.
He exited the classroom and walked through the long hallways,
the light just nearly too overbearing for his eyes.
Again, he wasn’t immortal in the ways most people would’ve thought of - living for forever and never really aging, or how basically most media regarding the topic would depict immortals as.
He was cursed with rebirths. In a freaky complicated way, or so he called it.
Whenever his body realized that he was going to die (whether it’d be organ failure, a stab wound, or whatever), a special organ that was cursed upon him would eject these small..’things’, or how he liked to call, cell packets, hyper-packed with his complete DNA, biochemical templates for his brain structure and neural data - basically recorded memory structures.
Which, is also why his body is usually born more bulky than most ordinary people.
They’d slip out of any exit of his body, quite literally “any hole”. After doing so, they’d find an moist, dark and isolated area and would do so by burrowing into soil, crawl into abandoned buildings, or find sewage systems.
He did hate when he found himself covered in liquids that smelled so out of this world in the worst ways possible.
It’d take months for the cell packets to grow, and when it did, he’d grow into a 13-15 year old person. The curse probably assumed the immortality would be for nothing if he were to die as a reborned baby. And plus, because of the cell packets, he’d have his full memory and of whatever the hell happened right before the rebirth.
Samuel moved inside the cafeteria, entering the line already piling up.
He didn’t hate waiting here, he’s already experienced much longer after all.
Occasionally, once every 10 or so rebirths, his forms would slightly genetically alter. However, you wouldn’t really recognize the resemblance between his other forms unless you placed them together, honestly. Sometimes, he’d rebirth as a woman. He didn’t hate it, but he preferred to stay a man.
Over the centuries he’s lived, he’s accumulated a whole ton of wealth and always remembers where he places it everytime. He’s divided a portion of the wealth and placed it in different areas all over New York City. An abandoned home, a junkie garbage dump (he knows they’re too high to try and look around for it, plus no one else there’d be anything else other than drug addicts and garbage there), and a couple of otherplaces.
Truly, he has many better things to do as an immortal. But he found that rebirthing was an absolute fuckin’ pain in the ass to wake up naked everytime in a dark and disgusting place, so he’s decided to continue this rebirth as a highschool student. He didn’t want much chaos that led to death, but oh god, he refused to do the work.
He knew it’d be suspicious as hell if he kept using the same name and kept existing at the same time. So he used new names everytime he rebirthed. Although, he could admit, he wasn’t creative with them at all. His current name?
“Samuel Zebirdy.”
And now, that brings us to our present moment.
Samuel ordered a slice of pepperoni pizza, boiled vegetables, and chicken that discreetly doesn’t quite look like one but it couldn’t truly hurt him anyways.
He walked towards an empty lunch table - just how he liked it. Quiet. No one he has to attend to - he’d rather die than have to talk to an overbearing kid again. He couldn’t even die!
He placed down his tray, doing his small prayer and then began to eat the pizza.
It tasted disgusting.
As if someone accidentally spilled a ton of cinnamon and a pile of shit into the pepperoni during the process of making it and never told anyone.
As if someone rubbed their foot on the goddamn dough while making the pizza.
As if the cheese was actual spoiled milk.
What a joke of the system, Samuel thought. He immediately spat out the pizza into a piece of tissue and threw the food away.
As he was watching the peas fall down from the tray, then following the chicken and disgusting pizza when someone from behind stopped him.
He turned.
Fuck.
Fucking Alexander Hamilton.
Of course.
“Most people atleast pretend the food’s edible, birdy,”
Alex snickered. Oh, how Samuel hated it. So much.
“Maybe you’d rather eat cock?”
That was it.
Samuel immediately dropped the tray, lunging right at Alex and landing a punch right on his nose. The teenager yelled out in pain, landing a blow right at Samuel back. The immortal growled and straddled the teen, landing multiple blows on his jaw, cheekbone, and nose and was about to do so once more until hands grabbed him from behind.
Overwhelmingly soft and yet with a somehowannoyingly firm grip.
He was pulled back from the nose-bleeding and bruised kid, someone holding him under his arms.
“You stupid people!”
A voice rang out from the person behind him. He recognized it.
George King.
The new kid - the one that looked exactly like the prince all the way from England. Apparently broke as fuck so not many people thought of him as the actual one. Not that he cared much about that since George still hadn’t made his first impression to Samuel.
Not until now.
Samuel took a deep breath and calmed himself down, agonizingly. He took one look towards Alex and decided to himself that that was enough. Even if he’d like to deal a couple more blows, that was enough for now.
George, noticing the tension from earlier finally disappearing, let go of Samuel and let him stand up.
Leaned towards him.
He whispered.
“I hate that kid too, but don’t tell anyone.”
Samuel’s eyes shot up to George, who just whispered what might’ve been gold to Samuel if it were in solid form.
“Oh shit, okay then.”
Samuel snickered, watching as a teacher, Mx. Keath, approached Alex and helped him up. Then moved towards him and George with a glare that personally felt unrealistic to Samuel.
“Mr. Zebirdy, principals office. Now.”
Mx. Keath’s tone was one of authority - authority Samuel didn’t believe they had at all. So he waved goodbye to George to go ahead to the principal’s office, a grin on his face.
But as he was about to go, a hand suddenly grabbed his.
Confused and surprised, Samuel looked at George, who was meeting his gaze back.
“Wanna grab lunch with me tomorrow? I’ll order takeout for both of us.”
Samuel smiled - not a mischievous grin, but smiled.
“Sure.”
That must’ve been the first time someone’s wanted to eat with him since he’d came to this highschool.