All Too Confusing

A/N: Hello everyone. I have been writing fanfiction for about...maybe two years, I think ? Well, I started it in the PowerPuff Girl fandom,and yes, it was fun. But the longer I stayed, the more I got stressed. The fangirls there are too annoying and much too rude. . I needed a break. And I think the only way to do so is to start a new fandom. So, if you are those who put me on alert just to read my ' UHHHMAYZIIING RRB/PPG STORIES', then I order you to stop right here. I've stopped writing that stuff a long time ago, yet people still think I do.

And enjoy my first Arthur fanfic. I assure you, I've seen this show many times since I was three and want to have everyone in character for this.

Everyone remembers their last day of elementary school, I'm sure of it. The first thing everyone is excited about is the classroom parties. You've had them, right ? Well, you've never went to our end of the year party with Mr. Ratburn I'm remember when he had announced it, everyone thought that we were going to do homework or play some Math game. I've heard of rumors that he had made his last class tell the twelve times tables, and if they got one of them wrong, they couldn't get cake !

Even though it was sad that we weren't going to see him anymore, I have a good feeling that Buster was glad to finally to leave. We were also glad that Buster was able to pass fifth grade, too. The times we had when we tried to help him pass in third grade was really, really tough.

Binky was also really happy, since he was able to come to sixth grade with us, too. At the class party, he was dancing around way too excited than he usually was. Hopefully that was a sign that he would stop being a bully. But, I guess since his ' friends ' got to pass to the seventh grade, I really do doubt it.

" Arthur! " DW's voice rung from behind Arthur's back. He gasped, his hand on his chest when to realize it was only his little sister. His suprise expression quickly turned into a scowl, turning away from the computer screen. Currently, Arthur's mom had given him time to use the computer. Though, he wasn't thinking that his little sister would bother him, since, supposedly, she was outside playing with the Tibbles and Emily.

" DW, I'm busy writing something, " he said quickly, turning away from his sister and began to type again.

Even so, DW felt all too curious about this. Since when did her brother wanted to write? Wasn't he the one always complaining in elementary about how he didn't want to do an essay? She could remember countless time when he would say that he would rather go eat worms then write. And suddenly he wants to. Big brothers were so confusing. " I wasn't doing anything, I just came inside to get my ball to play with, " she said haughtily with a smile on her face. Picking up the red ball, she walked closer to her brother, trying to look over his tall shoulder. " What are you writing? " she asked.

Arthur rolled his eyes, still staring at the computer screen. If he told her 'no', there would be a good chance that she would just whine and tell mom. That was happening so much that it was driving him insane. But, if he said 'yes' and explain, she would most likely get bored and walk away. That'd be perfect, he thought to himself with a smile. Adjusting his glasses, he spun the chair around so he was now facing his little sister, who was still holding the red ball. " Since school ended, Principle Haney told us that we could go on the school website and write about memories there. "

DW blinked, not understanding the concept of this, so, of course, she asked, " Why? "

" That way for the new students who can see the experiences that we had and can be more excited to go to school. " This idea sounded exciting to Arthur. The thought of having little kids coming onto the website and clicking his name just to read his adventures made him feel like a movie star. DW, on the other, felt only a bit interested of this. Still, she would also be going to Lakewood Elementary as well. Maybe if Arthur would read them to her and her friends, they would be prepared for the moment ! And I'll impress all the teachers, she thought to herself with a grin.

" Can you read some of the stories to us? " she asked, putting her hands together under her chin, a hopeful expression on her face. Arthur was beginning to worry by this point. Why the heck was she interested all of sudden? She looked so bored a few seconds ago; why did she want to now?! " Bu - But, I have to fini-- "

" Wait right here! Let me get the Tibbles and Emily here! " DW was already running away, squealing ' Emily! Tommy, Timmy, Arthur is going to read us a story!! ', ending with a slam from the front door. Mouth gaping, Arthur facepalmed as a groan exited his mouth. What had he done? It was better if he would've just said 'no'!

Anyways, Lakewood Elementary is a great school and I had plenty of good times that I can't count. The first person I would recommend you to talk to would be the cafeteria lady, Mrs. MacGrady. One of the biggest things I can remember about her was when she had gotten cancer. It was way too sudden for us to understand, but Francine sure didn't take it good. In the school carnival, not only did she want to help us prank Francine, but, I think, she also helped us understand why it was wrong how we were treating her. I couldn't believe Francine actually started to cry, we couldn't do that to her. I can understand she felt so sad when Mrs. MacGrady got cancer.

Like I mentioned in the beginning, Mr. Ratburn can be really harsh on the homework and tests. When my friends and I found out we were going to be in his class, we were almost traumatized. We had heard rumors about him; Buster and I thought he was a monster! We were hoping for someone like Mrs. Sweetwater or Mrs. Fink. But not Mr. Ratburn.

" Mr. Ratburn is not mean!! " DW yelled, standing up from the carpet where her friends were sitting. Arthur growled, turning around again only to watch her continue her outburst, " Don't you remember his puppet shows? They were the best! And when he fixed Grandma Thora's doll? How could you guys think he's was a monster?! "

" Wait, so is your brother lying or not? " Emily asked curiously. DW was very hard to understand if she was telling the truth or not. Even if she was a good friend, she was a tough cookie when it came to things like this. The Tibbles, though, didn't seem to be paying attention. They were pushing each around, saying something about ' I can push you farther! '. DW rolled her eyes at Emily's question, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. " Of course he is! He's just trying to scare us. "

" Quiet!!" Arthur finally said, the four keeping their mouth shut, " You didn't let me finish. " DW glared, letting out a 'hmph' and crossed her arms. She stared as if waiting her brother to proceed on his, so-called, memory. Arthur nodded, turning away from the four and continued typing while reading aloud.

But, it didn't take Buster and I long on finding out that Mr. Ratburn wasn't such a bad teacher. We ran around with Francine, following him from place to place since we had heard him saying that he needed 'boy heads'. It's stupid, I know, but Buster and I really did think he needed real boys heads! We didn't know he was talking about a puppet show. On that, Mr. Ratburn is also a coach and on the newspaper. But, when we followed him, he seemed so well-organized on handling it too. I think if you need on scheduling, Mr. Rathburn would definitely be the person to talk to.

Everyone at Lakewood Elementary is great. I wish I could stay one year longer just to see if everybody will be okay, since so many things had happened. I hope nothing will change and that every student entering the school or moving a grade up will have a fun experience like mine. Thank you for reading.

By Arthur Timothy Read

Arthur turned around, flexing his fingers as he smiled at the four kids. " Well, what do you think? Was it good? "

" That was the most boring and shortest story I ever heard, " DW said a bit too blunt. Standing up from the carpet, she crossed her arms and shook her head. " You need to improve, Arthur. You're going to enter sixth grade and your stories are still boring! " She looked down at her friends, motioning for them to stand up. Tommy and Timmy stood up quickly, laughing quietly at Arthur's story and running out the front door. DW ran after them, closing the door behind her. It took Arthur seconds to realize that the only one left in the room was DW's friend, Emily.

She stood for a few seconds, her hands behind her back. Looking up, she smiled at the older boy, saying, " Uh, that was really good. I can't wait to go to third grade and see Mr. Ratburn. He sounds really cool.. " Laughing, she waved, " Au revoir, Arthur! " With that, she ran away toward the front door, a door closing finally heard. Confused, Arthur smiled to himself, turning to the computer and pressing the button 'Save'.

" Isn't it weird how other people's opinions don't matter, but just one person seems to matter? " Arthur asked himself questioningly, then taking off the window from the screen, " I mean.. DW can't write an essay and the Tibbles probably can't either. Emily hasn't either, but she's like the friend who's always understanding. " The boy looked toward the audience, waving at everyone as if he had barely noticed them. " But that shouldn't matter anyway. It's summer; the sky is sunny, not a cloud in the sky-- " Before turning off the computer, Arthur looked at the time, 4:38. " Oh no, I'm late! I promised to meet them all at the Sugar Bowl at 4:20!! "

Arthur shut the computer down, standing up from the chair. Without another word, he ran toward the door, grabbing onto the knob. Just a few twists and he was free from the inside! " Arthur! "

Or not. Flinching from hearing his mom's voice, he slowly turned his head around, seeing a tall lady behind him. " Where are you going? I thought you said you were going to finish writing, " she asked questioningly. Her tone made him relax, his shoulders down. " Yeah, but I finished, so I'm going to the Sugar Bowl. I promised we would go to Muffy's house and-- "

" The Sugar Bowl? " his mom asked, causing the boy to stop in his tracks. Nodding, he asked quietly, " Ye - Yeah. Why? "

" It's because your sister was in the kitchen asking to go but I don't have the time. Would you mind taking her, please? " That question really did not go with Arthur's plans. He didn't want to bring his baby sister to his friend's house! Kate would probably say something embarassing like 'Arthur, where's your teddy bear' or something. Shaking his head, about to complain, he noticed a small head behind his mom's leg.

Kate was behind her leg, her arms wrapped around it. Her brown hair was in a small ponytail due to her short hair with a green bow. Her clothes were similar to DW's, but it wasn't a dress atleast. She had barely walked in when hearing her mom say something about the Sugar Bowl. She had been dying to go, since she wanted to have ice cream. Not too much, though, or it would spoil her dinner. " Why not? " she asked, coming in time to see him shake his head, " ..Are you afriad I'm going to embarass you? " This question sounded so...off from her voice, in Arthur's head. Kate was very polite and well-mannered, and she didn't seem the type who would do wrong like DW.

In fact, he was wondering why he thought she would've embarassed him.

" Uh... No, you can come, " he said, smiling at his sister. She was definitley not that four-year old, he thought to himself with a chuckle. " Come on, I don't want to be more late! "

Kate nodded, letting go of her mom's leg. Looking up at her, she smiled and said quickly, " Bye Mother ! " Arthur grabbed his sister's hand, the two both running out of the house. Kate had to hold on tightly to make sure she wouldn't be left behind so quickly. For an eleven year old, her older brother had gotten faster when it came to running, but everyone was almost faster than her. Mm, I wonder if Mei Lin might come as well, Kate thought to herself as they passed by a a few stores, she does like to follow Binky around..

She guessed that she would have to ask once they get to the Sugar Bowl.