I don't own Arthur
Yo everybody! So this is my first 'Arthur' fanfiction. I have always adored this show and just got this idea involving my favorite characters from the show. So I hope you guys like it :)
It was a warm Thursday afternoon in Elwood City. The students were out in recess, playing and laughing with one another. Arthur Read, an aardvark that wore a yellow shirt and blue jeans, was in a heated game of playing freeze tag with his friends. Him and his classmates had just taken a math pop quiz and he was trying to get his mind off of it.
"Freeze!" a voice yelled as a hand was placed on his shoulder.
Arthur froze in place and watched Muffy Crosswire run past him. "Wow," Arthur breathed, "she is really fast," he commented as he saw Muffy charging over at Brain and freezing him in place.
"Yeah," Buster agreed who was frozen next to him, "hey, what did you get for number four?"
Arthur cringed when Buster asked him that question. He had finally forgotten about the pop quiz but thanks to Buster, every single question and answer he got came back to him. "One half, I think," he told his friend. At least he hoped it was the right answer to the question.
"Awwh," Buster groaned in disappointment, "I got zero for an answer."
"Buster," Arthur told him, "one minus one half does not equal zero."
"Ohhh," Buster moaned again, "why does math have to be so hard?"
"I studied so hard yesterday. I was doing fractions practically all night yesterday. I even missed the new episode of Bionic Bunny," Arthur told his best friend.
Buster looked at him with a wide smile. "It was really cool," he said and began to tell Arthur about what had happened in the episode. "And I thought it was totally cool that Bionic Bunny took the alien spaceship and flung it back into space. Man, I really loved that episode."
And I was stuck doing nothing but fractions Arthur bitterly thought. He wished he had the chance to see the episode but he didn't know when it was going to be on rerun. Suddenly, one of his other friends, Francine Frensky angrily walked up to them and touched their arms to unfreeze them. "What gives?" Arthur asked her.
Francine let out a sigh. "Muffy. She said she can't run anymore because she's too exhausted."
Buster and Arthur craned their necks and noticed Muffy who was sitting on the bench with the back of her hand on her forehead and fanning herself with her other hand. "So is the game over?" Buster asked.
"Looks like it," Francine told him, "we can play something else. Something that doesn't involve running according to Muffy's standards."
The three students walked over to the group that was gathered over to the bench where Muffy sat. They passed by a window where their third grade class stood. "Wait a minute," Francine said as she flung her hand in front of her friends to stop them from walking, "Mr. Ratburn is still in there?" She crouched to the ground and walked into the bushes where she craned her neck to look into the classroom.
"Francine," Arthur whispered, "what are you doing?"
"Shh," Francine shushed them, "I saw him pick up my pop quiz. I wanna see how I did." She turned her head back and looked at her third grade teacher grading her paper. Her eyes widened when Mr. Ratburn clicked his red pen and marked something on her paper. I have one wrong she groaned. She turned her head to her friends. "Well guys, I know I got one answer wrong."
"That's not so bad," Buster shrugged, "it's a lot better than the marks I might have gotten."
"Let's just continue the game," Arthur said and they walked back to their friends.
In the classroom, a corrected sheet of paper lifted from the desk and almost flew out the window. Mr. Ratburn stretched his arm and grabbed it just in time before it left. He was surprised to see how well the majority of the students had done on the pop quiz. Of course he was not surprised to see that Brain, one of the brightest student in his class, had gotten an A+, whilst another had gotten below a C+. "I think some more homework will do them good," he commented, "the more practice the better."
He finished correcting the last quiz and put them in a stack and placed a black stapler on top of it. Just when he thought he was finished and free to go to the teacher's lounge, he remembered that he had to send a note to his student's parents for their progress in class. He opened a drawer and pulled out a stack of mail letters and took them with him. He walked through the quiet halls of the school, which would soon be filled with the voices of the students walking into the building after the bell rang.
His hand reached the doorknob to walk into the office but the door flung open and a woman appeared and bumped into him. "Oh," she jumped in surprise and a manila folder fell out of her hands and its contents spilled onto the floor. At the same time, the stack of mail that was in Mr. Ratburn's hands fluttered to the floor as well. "Oh goodness," the woman said, "I am so sorry."
"That's quite alright," Mr. Ratburn said and both adults crouched to the ground and gathered the papers on the floor.
"Oh I think this belongs to you," the woman said as she handed four piece of mail letters to him.
"Thank you," he thanked her, "and I believe these belong to you," he looked up and handed her four pieces of paper and she smiled at his gesture. The woman that he had bumped to had black hair, a gray complexion, she wore a yellow sweater with an orange jacket, and blue jeans. The two adults got up from the ground and tried to go their separate ways but they wound up blocking one another.
Mr. Ratburn let out a nervous laugh when the woman accidentally blocked his path. "Alright," she took a deep breath and looked at him, "how about you walk in first?"
"Ladies first," Mr. Raturn said and he stepped to the side of the door and allowed her to pass. The woman held tightly onto the manila folder against her chest and gave him a shy smile. Handsome and has manners she thought unlike my last husband.
"Thank you..." she dragged out the word, indicating that she wanted to know his name.
"Nigel," Mr. Ratburn held out his hand.
She looked at his hand and smiled. "Susan. Pleasure to meet you Nigel."