Additional Information!
1) Not the typical story.
2) Orphan!Arthur...
3) Things will be explained later on
4) Alfred's not gonna be forgiven anytime soon
I only own this plot and nothing else.
Edited in June 2013 :3
A lot of people don't realize that depression is an illness. I don't wish it on anyone, but if they would know how it feels, I swear they would think twice before they just shrug it. –Jonathan Davis
"You'll never treat me differently or hurt me or call me a loser or forget about me right? Please promise me you won't. Alfred?"
"I promise."
"Alfred let's go make fun of that kid over there with those hideous eyebrows."
"Sure dude."
Maybe just maybe…one day they would listen to me. I thought as I walked into my house.
"I'm home." Nothing greeted me back except for my voice. "Heh…I'm always alone." I walked into the black room that is my house. "This is my life I've got to face it." I refused to turn on the light and walked over to the old couch and flung myself on to it. I am Arthur Kirkland and this is my story. I am one of those you call a geek, loser, and all those names. I have messy blond hair that made people call me, a sleepless lion, emerald eyes that made people call me hunted, and huge eyebrows that makes people call me a caterpillar.
After sitting on that couch for an hour and half I stood up and proceeded to go to the restroom but was interrupted by a soft knock on the front door. Who could it be? I thought as I walked over and opened the door.
"Hello Arthur." I glanced up and saw that it was my principle, Matthew. He was a Canadian, who is extremely nice to everyone even the jocks, gangsters, etc.
"Hello Matthew." We didn't need formalities. Without a word he handed me a pill. "Take it." He says. I glanced up at my clock and saw that it was six o'clock, time for pills. After mumbling thanks I pop the pill into my mouth and grabbed a cup of water and swallowed that pill.
"How was school today?" I looked over at him; he was still standing at the door.
"Come in." He wouldn't budge, "It was great." Horrible. Hell. He knew I was lying but decided not to say anything.
"Arthur, is it him again?" The mention of him made me wince although Matthew saw it he was used to it.
"Matthew, I'm tired." With that he nodded and walked away. After he walked away I closed the door and sank down to the ground. Him. He was a liar. All of this happened is because of him…Alfred F. Jones.
"I will never forget about what you've done to me Alfred."
I am alone, with no love, no care, nothing. But I've accepted it, because I am the loser. I've accepted it a long time ago. No worries, I'm fine.
"Hey loser Kirkland!"
I've accepted it…
A/N: Yes, yes three stories waiting for updates, but I can't resist writing this! This was inspired by a dream I had. People today can be cruel. Think I should continue? I got a four day weekend so…yeah. This WILL have a happy ending. BTW, Matthew is not related to Alfred in any way in this story. Flames and torches will be used to roast marshmallows, care for some?
