"Just a typical day can be the one that changes your life, for better or for worse."
-Anonymous

You sighed, sitting in your health class, bored as ever. This was the only class you didn't have friends in, so naturally it was the worst. They either were in the lower track, or didn't take the class this semester.

"What a stupid idea, not signing up with my friends…" you mumbled to yourself. It was almost the end of the second semester, so just to tease you, the sun was shining and it was beautiful outside. You were planning to go see a movie later with your best friends, Elizaveta (Hungary) and Victoria (Seychelles).

But of course, you sat at your graffitied and worn down desk, in 5th period. Staring down at it, you traced your perfectly sharpened pencil along the scratched grooves of the desk, reading "Ze awesome Gilbert (Prussia) vas here".

"Now class," your teacher, the brown haired and glasses wearing Mr. Robinson. Resting your head on your hand that you had written all over, you glanced up at the middle age man lazily.

"We're going to have a big end of the year project. Now, I've picked the groups, as well as the topics.". Everyone groaned.

"But I wanted to be with Ludwig (Germany)…!" someone cried out. Ludwig was basically one of the most popular people for project partners in the school. He was smart and worked quickly, making him a diamond in the ruff. Mr. Robinson sighed, because he knew how much everyone wanted to be with him. He was in the higher track class with you through, so the people who really did need help from him didn't get it.

"I matched people by grade levels, so people who needed help, got it." Mr. Robinson said, slightly annoyed, "Now let's begin. Ludwig, you are with Feliciano (North Italy)…".

"Yay~!" Feli cheered. He was the dumbest kid the class after all. You stared back out the window, drowning out your teacher and looking at the janitor cut the fresh green glass on the lawn.

"…_ and Arthur (England) will be doing their topic on teenage suicide…" Mr. Robinson continued to ramble on.

Wait, what? Arthur? You didn't even know him that well. Sure, you saw him in the halls, and in some of your classes, but he was really quiet. He always kept his head down, and always wore a dress shirt and pants, with penny loafers and a sweater vest and tie, no matter how hot it was outside. You glanced at the blonde haired teen, sitting two rows behind you. As usual, his head was down, hiding his eyes. In fact, you didn't even know what color they were, his hair was in is face so much. Oh well, you thought, turning back to the front of the room. You'd somehow have to catch him after school, before he could slip away.

Waiting by your locker, you glanced around through the crowd. All the students were rushing to get home, it being a Friday and all. You spotted tons of people, Felks (Poland), Mei (Taiwan), even Matthew (Canada). But no sign of Arthur. You ran outside to see if he was getting on one of the buses. No such luck. Why was he so hard to find…?

You finally saw him walking briskly away from the school, holding his books tightly to his chest. Putting a smile on your face, you ran over to him. Got to make a good first impression, right? Also, you were finally happy to have found him.

"Hey! Arthur!". You ran up behind him, and grabbed his arm. He cringed, and pulled his arm away.

"_, please don't grab me…". He turned around, his head down as usual and the blonde hair covering his eyes.

Hmm… you suddenly were getting curious about what they looked like. Oh well.

"Oh, so you know my name? Well that's good, I always thought introductions were awkward." you chuckled.

"Yeah…" he said, glancing over at the side walk.

"So, uh, anyway…" you spoke up, "We have our project due so, when do you want to work on it…?".

"Mm…" he mumbled awkwardly.

"Something wrong…?". Man, you had no idea how strange this guy was. What was his deal?

"Do you mind if we work at your house…?" Arthur finally said. "

Oh, yeah, um sure…". You rubbed your hands together awkwardly.

He nervously looked back and forth and shivered slightly. "I'll come over tomorrow, 3pm. And I'll bring all the supplies we need. Okay, bye." he quickly walked in the other direction, still clinging on to his books.

"Oh, um, okay…". Seriously. Weird.

You were about to walk home, when you noticed a book on the ground. It was titled The Mill On The Floss, written by George Eliot. You checked the inside cover. There was Arthur's name, written in perfect cursive. Looking to where he had just left, you shouted "Arthur you dropped your-!". But he was already gone. Well, you thought, you'll just have to run after him.