He felt the cold greeting of the October morning prick his skin. His mother had apparently torn off his covers, in an attempt to wake him up. "Mo-om!", he grumbled, "C'mon five more minutes!" He blindly snatched the blanket from her hands, though his mother put up a struggle to grab them back, it was all pointless.
"Alfred, I ain't got time for this, you're gonna be late for school!", she said her voice rushing with urgency. She took him by the arm and pulled him to the hard, wood floor of his room.
"Ow!", said Alfred as he sat up, "Geez, mom, why'd you have to do that?". He rubbed his bruised crown, hoping that would make it better.
His mother threw him a stern look, "C'mon, get dressed it's your first day, at your new school you know." She walked out of the room, and started down the stairs. Alfred groaned, grabbed his covers and quickly went back to sleep, on the floor.
After awhile felt a huge rush of pure, wet cold all over him. He opened his eyes abruptly. His mother was leaning over him her golden locks hanging down by her face, and a now empty, bucket in her hands. The bucket was still dripping, the icy cold water from it's sides. He instantly sat up shivering, "Why the hell'd you do that?!"
"I thought I told you to get up!", she said obviously angry. She walked over towards the window, leaned on the window sill, and crossed her arms, "Now, ain't ya gonna do what I said?"
Alfred gave a heavy sigh, but he obeyed his mom's command. Walking over to his closet, he took his old clothes off, and tossed them on the floor, replacing them with newer ones. His mom stood silently by the window making sure he didn't drop down to the floor, and go back to sleep.
He then ran down the stairs, to the kitchen. His brother Mathew, sat at the table, quietly finishing his breakfast. He was already dressed, up, and ready for school. Alfred, narrowed his eyes a bit, but decided getting mad at his brother for being almost perfect, was only pointless. Then, he went back to being his normal, chipper self.
Just as Alfred sat down at the table, Mathew got up and put his dish in the sink. "Leaving already?", Alfred asked there was a bit of annoyance in his voice.
Mathew replied to him in his whisper like voice, "It's 7:43 already, Alfred! If we stay here any longer we're going to be late!" Alfred wanted to crush the table he was sitting down at. He got up off the chair, and quickly grabbed his book bag, hanging on a coat hanger.
He then jerked the door open, "Matt! Dude, come on, we have to go now!" Mathew rolled his eyes as he, in a more calm fashion, grabbed his bag and followed Alfred out the door.
Pretty soon, you could see the two teenagers running down Oak Road. The trees' leaves were painted various dark shades of orange, red, and brown. The sound of their feet, shouting, and panting practically lit up, the normally quiet street, with noise. They turned a corner, now heading onto Greenway Street. They crossed another road, passing onto more streets. It continued this way for about a mile or so. Then, they finally made it to Parkway Highschool.
When they entered the school, it was a mess of chaos. Much like every other school they had been too. Their mom had an unstable job and was always switching around occupations. Sometimes, they had to move because work couldn't be found here or there. Ever since their father's death, life hasn't been easy for them.
The two were born a year apart. Matthew was the younger of the two. They were often confused for twins, or each other. Most of the time they would laugh and shake it off, but after awhile it got quite annoying.
Suddenly, a girl walked up to them, she had chocolate brown hair, bright green eyes, and stood about half a foot shorter than Alfred. She held tight in her hands a couple of manila folders. She was wearing a light green, feminine dress, with a white-orange bandanna wrapped around the back of her head. It looked similar to what a cleaning lady would wear. "Hello, my name is Elizabeta Hedervary. I am student body vice-president, and I would like to welcome you to Parkway High." Her voice had a formal tone to it, glazed over with the slightest bit of spunk.
"Nice to meet ya!", Alfred said smiling and reaching out his hand for a friendly gesture. Elizabeta took it, and they both shook hands. "I'm Alfred and this is Matthew", he said jerking his head toward Matthew.
"How do you know who we are?" Matthew questioned confusion ringing in his voice, "And, why didn't the student body president come here to greet us?"
Elizabeta listened for a second, then smiled with a nod of understanding, "Oh yes, the principal told me about your arrival, and our student council president is not here today. Something about a cold or what not." She blanked out for a second, and her eyes snapped open a bit wider, it seemed as if she remembered something. "Oh god, I'm so stupid! I forgot to give you your schedules and school maps!" She then handed them the manila folders she was holding. She smiled, "If there's anything you need, feel free to ask me or any of the student council members!" with that final farewell, Elizabeta strode back the way she came.
Alfred and Matthew opened the folders Elizabeta had kindly given to them. Inside were, like Elizabeta had said. Their schedules and school maps, but they also included their locker numbers and combinations. "Yay", Alfred thought, "Wonderful combination key that will get stuck, even though you swear that the combination number is right!"
Matthew took a second look at his schedule, then took out his map. He rushed down the hallway.
Alfred stuck around for a little bit, it was only the warning bell. He reached into his bag and quickly analyzed the paper. At the moment he only cared about first period, he'll worry about the rest later. First period, Homeroom/Math, Ms. Carrington, classroom 204. He repeated those words out loud. That's when his ears were once again greeted, by the lovely sound of the school bell. Second Warning.
He frantically ran up the stairs in the hallway, ignoring the obvious "No Running In The Hallways" signs. Who listened to those anyway? Matthew.
He almost had slipped by room 204, but luckily he didn't. The door was open, he entered it, at a more slower pace, so he would not get in trouble with the teacher. He found the first empty seat and sat down there. The clanging and obnoxious sound of the school bell, once again passed through the school. Final Warning, first period has begun.
Alfred finally got a chance to look around the classroom. There were all different people there, of whom he wondered what they were doing and why. The teacher, Ms. Carrignton, had grey hair tied into a loose bun. Random strands stuck out from the sides of her head making her look more stressed than she already did. Her face also sagged a bit making her look really old and tired.
The class was filled with the noises of idle conversation. You could pick up little bits and pieces from it, "Oh, Suzy was this", "Then, Jacob said that", "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!", "I know, know! All the time!" Various things like that. Alfred wondered what they all were saying, he wished there was just one group conversation. That way he could have an easier time listening in.
Without warning, a thundering slam sound vibrated through the class. Ms. Carrington had whammed her large and heavy book, on the desk. "Class! Quiet down!", she gave an exasperated sigh, "Morning announcements in two minutes!" The class continued being noisy. The teacher raised her arms up and dropped them down in defeat. Sitting down in the teacher's chair, she removed her glasses and rubbed her weary eyes.
Just as Ms. Carrington had said, morning announcements sure came. The person announcing them had that cheesy "infomercial guy" voice. The announcements held nothing important really to Alfred, maybe because his mind was too preoccupied with his new surroundings to listen.
Soon after the announcements, Ms. Carrington got up from her chair and faced the class. "Everybody, today we have a new student. I'd like you all to welcome him here, okay?" She turned her head towards Alfred, and gave him a "Come here" signal. Alfred understood her body language instantly.
He got up to the front of the class and introduced himself. "Hey! My name's Alfred F. Jones! I'd like to be all of your guys' friend!" his voice had an ecstatic rhythm to it, almost as if it was beaming. He flashed a thumbs up and a big smile, "By the way, I'm the hero!" The entire class let out bursts of laughter! He wasn't quite sure why, but he assumed it was because it was simply funny. So he laughed with them.
The teacher, who seemed to be rather grumpy this morning, wasn't in the mood for this. "Alfred," she said with the slightest hint of anger in her voice, "You can take your seat now." The class still was erupting with laughter. She rubbed at her temples, and gave the exasperated sigh again,"Class!" Everyone was still giggling and it was still loud as ever. "CLASS!" the teacher had finally raised her voice. It became suddenly silent.
That's when the door to the classroom opened, an Asian kid with, quite an unfashionable haircut as Alfred thought, entered the room. He had a very worried look on his face, and a rather sorry one at that, he turned towards Ms. Carrington, "Ma'am, I am very, very sorry for my tardiness! My only excuse is that I was foolish!" His voice was low and his eyes lacked a gleam in them, they looked rather sad.
Ms. Carrington furrowed her eyebrow into a sad fatigued expression, "Remember, Kiku, that if you are late again that will result into consequences, okay?" Kiku nodded his head silently. He then took a seat in the vacant spot by Alfred. Alfred quickly glanced at the boy, who glanced back; however, he quickly went back to thinking about whatever it was he was thinking about.