"Arthur! Get your lazy ass up! Your in high school! Wake your own self up!" My bitchy mother said. I turned around to find it was...5:30 AM. Gee...thanks mother. I find it painful to even say that. I hate the women. She hates me. That's our relationship. I look at my arm, littered with cut scars, and well cuts. 'Hmm...they are healing nicely...' And got ready for school (There was no point to going back to sleep). When it was a human time I went to the bus stop. Alfie (..I mean Alfred!) wasn't here yet. 'He's going to yell at me for the cuts...' Oh well. Until..."Artie~ I gotta tell you something!" He bounced on over to me, smiling and all such. I giggled...wait did I really just do that?! He was my crush but still! "What is it?"