Hello, I'm AssassinOfRome *waves nervously* This is my first Blackadder Fanfiction so it may not be brilliant. I usually write Sherlock and Sherlock Holmes fanfics so check those out if you want. This is set in the modern times and is written from Blackadder's POV. I hope that I will be able to write some more of this fanfiction and maybe another one. Well I have nothing more to say than enjoy! AOR
Monday mornings were by far the worst day of the week. You have to get up, forget everything you did at the weekend and to top it all off, you have to go to school. In my case, I don't ever leave school seeing as I live there. But weekends at boarding school are majorly better than the weekdays. I sighed, pulling my school books out of my bag and laying them in the desk. Something was different today, though. A rather tall skinny boy stood at the front of the classroom, staring at the floor with his big tawny coloured Bambi eyes. He was flicking his brown fringe in a way that was deemed 'cool'. I, myself, wasn't 'cool' and neither was my somehow best friend, Baldrick. I glanced around. Everyone was staring at the boy, books on their desk. I guess you could say everyone's books and bags reflected their personality. My books were well thumbed through and my bag was presentable but not flashy. Baldrick didn't have a bag and his books had loose pages and were covered in mud. The text was unreadable but this didn't matter as I had a sneaking suspicion that Baldrick couldn't read. Percy, my other friend who sat directly in front of me and always had his chair in kicking range, was not a big reader either. His books were covered in doodles and his bag was a black Nike backpack very similar to mine except for the fact that mine was embossed with a green snake wound round a dagger and the name tag read 'Edmund Blackadder' and not 'Percy Percy'. Yes, this is unfortunatley his real name. Another friend of mine, Flashheart, had a bag that was flashy but not at all presentable. Mrs Miggins began to talk so I tore my attention away from Percy's bag and stared at her instead.
"Good Morning Class." She smiled at us. At me, even. She was weird. No one liked her.
"Good Morning, Mrs Miggins." we chorused back at her.
"Now class we have a new student with us today. It's his firs day so I hope you will all be extra kind to him. Our new student who has been placed in the Cambell dorm." I swore under my breath. Just my luck to be loaded with the new boy in my already testorone filled dorm. It already had five other fourteen-year-olds but I had heard that Ashford had the maximum of seven already and they were the only other boys room. "What your name?" The old bat croaked.
"George. My name is George." the boy squeaked. Any atmosphere of coolness dissolved. I realised that he was only flicking his hair because it had grown rather rapidly over his eyes and needed a good cut. I groaned. He was definetly worthy of being my friend. I was friends with the uncoolest losers in the entire class.
"What's your last name, George?" George bit his tounge and blushed a violent shade of pink.
"Colthurst St Barleigh." The class exploded into laughter. Even Baldrick was chuckling. I kept my face straight and whacked Baldrick around the head. George saw this and smiled hopefully at me. I grinned back.
"Now George." Mrs Miggins was struggling to keep her face straight. "Why don't you go and sit next to Percy." George, still blushing, picked up his bag and walked over to Percy's desk.
"Erm...hello. You must be Percy."
"Yes." Percy answered. "And these are my friends Blackadder and Baldrick." I shook hands with George and he shook hands with Balrick. "You're in our dorm."
"Well ding dong with knobs on." George grinned. We all stared at him.
"Did you really just say that?" Baldrick asked.
George looked down sadly. "Yes."
"Shush at the back!" Mrs Miggins cried. "Now let's do the register."