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The names Arthur Kirkland. Not a very interesting or original name, is it? My age is sixteen. I have blonde, short, uncontrollable hair. What a lot of people would call "Harry Potter" hair. Though I'm better looking then him, at least that I'd like to think. I have green- emerald green- eyes.
I'm also British... But don't put me into stereo typical groups and think that since I'm British that I love tea, scones, Harry Potter, and reading. Because I do! But that doesn't mean I'm like all British men, I'm a gentleman and I like to keep myself looking nice- I guess I'm not helping my case here.
I have a horrible sense of fashion. A lot of people in grade school would laugh at my outfits that I thought looked good, though I didn't get to pick out much what I'd like to wear- though that's a different story... I like to cook! Though a lot of people made fun of my cooking too...
I guess I've always loved nature. It's kind of my escape. To go into the woods and run until you're legs ache and you're lungs feel on fire. Fighting for air then going to the creek for a quick drink. Yes, a lot of water is polluted, but the water in this creak, is crystal clear. So I'll take my chances. The sounds you hear out there. Animals moving about, the water rushing onwards, the wind whispering in you're ear. It's an absolutely amazing feeling.
I packed up the rest of my things, which wasn't much, just some clothes, money, and my few books, and walked down the stairs. My mum and dad were sitting down at the small kitchen table that was dap smack in the middle of the small kitchen. I walked up to mum and kissed her on her forehead.
"I'm off now." I told them. None of them even looked up at me.
"Yeah, whatever." She rolled her eyes.
"Love you dad." I looked desperately at my dad. Wanting at least just something positive to come out of his mouth. For him to say that he's finally proud of me. That I did a good job. He looked up at me, and I held my breath.
"Don't come back." He glared up at me. I gulped and nodded. Walking out of the house, I looked back one last time and walked out of the house. I closed the door behind me and started walking down our driveway.
The sun beamed down onto my uncovered skin, feeling uncomfortable with the sudden heat. I put my hand over my eyebrows, shielding my eyes from the sun. I took a step away from my house, then another. My legs felt weak, like they were filled with bricks. I was trembling badly, but I kept walking. I didn't want to go back to that house again, never again. I started running and ended up tripping over my feet and fell. I let my emotions out and started sobbing uncontrollably on the ground. The tears just wouldn't stop.
"I never want to see them again." I curled myself into a ball, and laid there, for a while. You need to get up. You'll miss the bus and will have to come back here, I told myself. Eventually getting up, dusting myself off, then kept walking.
It took about three hours to finally reach town, though the walk felt good. If I wasn't used to walking for long periods, I probably would have died after the first ten miles.
I walked up to the waiting area, and sat on a bench. Then someone came and sat next to me. She tilted her head and stared at me and I just stared back. The woman burrowed her eyebrows and frowned.
"Do I know you?" She asked.
"No, I've never seen you before. Not that I can remember at least." I answered. She tiled her head to the other side.
"I swear I've seen you before." She huffed out a sigh. "Well. My name is Maria!" She held out her hand, and I shook it.
"Arthur." I hesitantly responded back.
"Nice to meet you Arthur. Those are some snazzy eyebrows you have on that forehead of yours." I removed my hand from hers and put it over my eyebrows. Looking away from the woman. I've already have had enough abuse from people in the past making fun of my eyebrows, I don't need some random lady too.
"I didn't mean they look bad. There just... different. And sometimes different is good!" I looked back at her and she was smiling.
"Thanks. I guess." I removed my hands and we waited in silence until the bus came. I walked into the bus, paid my fee, and took a seat to myself.
Free at last. I thought as I watched the outside world became blur of colors, outside the bus window.
For those who have read this story before, I hope you like the re-edited version better with less grammar mistakes and more/better description! I also plan on changing that instead of Arthur going to college he goes to a boarding school. I re-read the story and thought it seemed to high schooler-ish for him to be in college, so I changed it. The story, I promise you, will be ten times better then before and will pieced togther better to. It won't seem like there blocks in the story that make it feel square-if you understand what I'm trying to say. I don't know, but the story will have a better flow, and altogether will be better. (And this time I plan on finishing it).
Thanks for checking out this story, (for checking it out before if you did), for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it. Stay awesome, have a good read, and a wonder filled day!