This is the first book I've written in a long time, but I really like it and I hope you readers enjoy it too :D

Yes, there will be M chapters, and lots of pairings so don't worry if your favorite paring doesn't come up first. I will leave room for other parings and I can take requests for pairings if you really want ;)

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ch 1:

"Arthur, honey," his mother began, "I know you say you aren't the best at making friends-"

"'Not the best'?" He retorted, "I'm miserably, shockingly, horrifically terrible at it."

"Well this school will be good for you. You can make friends that are… like you." She continued and sat down next to her son, "They have a lovely English department which I'm sure you'll love and there are even some cooking classes you can take."

"For the last time, I don't need cooking classes, mum. I don't need a boarding school to make me un-gay! What I need is a good book and cup of tea."

"But I haven't even told you the best part!"

"Well spit it out then." he grumbled.

"They have a rotating dorm schedule."

"A what?"

"A rotating dorm schedule. It's the latest and greatest thing! For the first few weeks your roommate changes every day so you end up rooming with about half your class. It'll make it so easy for you to make friends! The school is set up so the same 20 or so people get bonded over the next two years by staying with each other and the same teachers the entire time. You'll be able to learn in a safe, judge free zone where you can get better." then she threw her arms around her son who rolled his eyes but hugged back nonetheless.

"Well I suppose if i must go, I'll go. When does it start?

His mother smile tightened, "Well, honey, you have to understand that these letters arrive later than some other schools and we just got back from vacation last week and-"

"When do I have to go mum?" Arthur asked worriedly.

"Tomorrow." she sighed and stood up to go to the door, "I suggest you start packing now, your father and I have booked your flight for 4 AM," she said with a flash of a 'I'm sorry' smile before the door closed and then quickly popped opened again, "I know it's really early, honey, but you have to start wary to get there in time. Have I mentioned it's in America?" and then a pillow hit the door.

Arthur flopped back on his bed and sighed. America? He had to go back there? And for such a reason as a school to try to make him un-gay? Arthur's father was American and his mother was British. They had met and married in America but when they discovered she was pregnant they moved back to England. Then, do to his fathers work, the Kirkland Family moved back to America for a few years when Arthur was in elementary school. Arthur still doesn't like America too much, but now he has to go back.

Arthur sat up, sighed one last time for the hell of it, and began packing up his life into wheeled suitcases.

The next morning Arthur felt miserable. He had stayed up all night deciding what to pack and how to pack it leaving him without a wink of sleep. One suitcase ended up being devoted entirely to books because he still can't get used to reading on his kindle. That morning his mom saw him packing clothes and decided to tell him after hours of packing that they would all be wearing uniforms the entire time anyway. With that he ditched a whole bag of sweater vests and button up shirts.

At the airport Arthur was as annoying as ever but he pushed on. He was so tired that he barely said a proper good bye to his parents before he boarded the airplane. Of course he slept the entire flight. He was awoken by the little old lady in the seat beside him who whacked Arthur's arm with her purse. "I'd get up this instant if I were you, lad." Arthur glared at her as she hobbled down the isle then, putting it out of his mind, he yawned and grabbed his carry on.

There was a chauffeur waiting for him with his luggage and Arthur followed the man to the car in which he spent an hour sitting in on the drive to his new home. All Arthur could think was that 11th grade was going to be a disaster.