I do not own any of the characters. This is my first fanfiction so please do not judge too harshly. Any suggestions or advice would be greatly appreciated. I will try making more chapters later. Thank you and hope you enjoy it… ^_^;
I woke motionless with the biggest headache. I felt in a daze as I tried to open my eyes. Everything looked blurry at first, but slowly I was able to see in more detail.
"You're awake! I was so worried; I didn't know what to do!" Said the person looking down at me with a relieved look on his face. He had light blue eyes and dark blond hair.
"Who are you?" I whispered trying to speak the best I could. He looked surprised.
"You don't remember anything?" He asked. By that I figured I must have known this person before I lost my consciousness.
"Sorry, I guess I forgot," I confessed. How much do I remember? I remember my name. I'm Arthur Kirkland. I'm from Britain. I can do magick, and everyone is too stubborn to admit my cooking tastes good. I live with my parents and many siblings.
"I'm your friend. My names Alfred Jones, and we go to the same school. I found you on the ground after getting beat up by a group of bullies." The only thing that clicked into my brain was the last part about getting beat up. I remembered I have always been bullied since I was in elementary school.
"I'm sorry to cause you trouble."
"No! It's fine. I'm sure you would have done the same for me too."
"Where do I live?" I asked at the sudden realization. I felt embarrassed, but all I could recall is my old home in London.
"Don't worry! I know where you live. We're neighbors!" He stated enthusiastically.
"Can you help me there?" I asked.
"Of course!" He said, giving me his hand to help me up. After standing up, I looked around and discovered I must be in his bedroom. I was lying on his bed. The room was messy. He must be interested in sports since there were a few sports magazines lying on the floor.
I followed him out the door and into the hallway towards the door leading to the outside world. We put on our shoes and stepped outside. The sun was just starting to dim as I followed him to a house across the street.
"Here's your house. If you need any help tomorrow at school, just ask." He said with a smile and waved his hand.
I thanked him and walked in my house. I could hear my siblings yelling at each other. I'd have to ask my brother or sister where my room was, great.
I walked towards the yelling and found myself in the kitchen.
"Do you know where my room is?" I asked shyly, expecting to be laughed at. Only Allistor must have heard me because everyone else was still arguing with each other.
"Ya forget ye own room? How dumb are ya? Ya already spend mosta ya time 'ere." He said with a smirk.
"Just tell me or I'm cursing your food again," I told him as I recalled the memory back in England. He wouldn't eat for the rest of the day after unfortunately taking a bite of his lunch I had just cursed. He got mad at me for it, but it was all worth it.
"It the first door ta the left when ya get inside."
I walked there hoping he was telling the truth. I was not prepared for what I would find when I looked in. Although my room was clean, I saw many pictures on the wall of the certain boy I would have never expected.
They were all of Alfred Jones.