The world seems to go on all the same each day. Every morning I wake up, and every night I go to sleep. The middle bits change very slightly, and sometimes the setting is different, but it's all relatively the same. From the day you were born until the day you die. Forever.

Take this bit of knowledge and store it away, file it neatly in your imaginary filing cabinets. It makes sense, it applies to everyone. It is like law. Binding, relentless, ever-present law that forces itself upon each unwilling being on the planet.

In an achingly slow pace, I'm progressing towards the goal to change this. Not a filling change, that's too simple, too easy. It takes little effort but also yields the most simple and similar outcomes. And not the setting changes either. I want to change everything, make my entire life a new and exciting adventure each day. I want to live in the moment, be hasty and outrageous and fearless!

But, I can't.

Some people can, some strong and brave select few that maybe some God of some sort has placed a special task upon, but not me. Definitely not me. Not the blonde-haired, glasses-clad, uptight, fearful nerd. Never that type. Especially in a setting new to my eyes, new to my awkwardness.

That was my goal; be more myself, be more crazy and unpredictable, be how I really want to be. Make this change in my new school. It was the perfect opportunity! My old peers would just see me as this nerd forever, but these new people -people unexperienced to my geek-tastic personality- would make the new me, the me I want to be, their reality. If only I had courage.

Courage.

It seems like such a silly and mundane thing to wish for. Or maybe just the opposite, maybe it's mundane to wish for material things -plausible things, things that can actually be achieved. You have to change your entire self to gain courage, but you don't have to change for other gains. Unless they fall into that category of 'morals' or 'human traits'.

Yes, so I set this as my goal for my new American school; Become more myself. With a side note of gaining courage. I assumed out of any goal that there is, this one would be the most widely accepted and most meaningful to do in my new environment. I could learn to stop shaking out of fear, stop hiding from my enemies, and stop being a wussy. But the question still remains; Can I do it?

I was perhaps the most nervous person in the history of nervous people. New schools are never fun, especially for shy people trying to become less shy, like me. But it's hard to not be afraid, not to want to run crying from that huge and intimidating building. When your entire life and reputation is at stake, you become even more nervous.

But, somehow, I buckled down and carefully made my way up the stone steps. My laptop was lovingly tucked under my arm, my schedule in my other hand, and I was ready. Ready to take on the stares and jeers or maybe just silent glares from my new peers. But, what I got was nothing like what I expected.

I entered into a hallway just bustling with kids, all of them yelling or laughing or, a select few, making out. I immediately relaxed. That was actually a bit of a big step for me. I never let go, I'm quite the uptight person. It was nice to go unnoticed, at least for that short period of time.

That, too, changed. I was forcefully pushed against some lockers by a rowdy fight. Yes, I just used the word 'rowdy'.

"Francis, you bloody git! Why do you always have to fucking do this? Everything is always about YOU and YOU only. Why can't it ever be about me, too?" A heavily eyebrow-endowed kid was yelling, arms crossed and mouth set into a sneer.

The other blonde, who had been the one to accidentally bump me into the wall, flicked his hair dramatically and stomped his foot. "I do not! Zis is not about me! Zis is about you and your stupid BOUNDARIES, Arthur! Do not put ze blame on moi! YOU are le initiator!" 'Francis' angrily stormed off, and the other threw his arms to the air.

"Augh! The nerve of that damn frog!" He was about to storm after said 'frog' when he noticed me. "You all right there, mate? You look like Alfred after he's seen a bloody ghost…" He walked over and inspected me, in my pathetic shivering state, and grinned.

"You're new, aren't you? My name's Arthur Kirkland." He stuck out his hand for a shake and I regained my composure, straightening up and offering a weak smile. Sure this guy could yell, but he didn't seem like he was going to say anything cruel. At least, not to me.

"It is nice to meet you, Mr. Kirkland. My name is Eduard von Bock." I shook his hand carefully and smiled a bit bigger. My voice didn't sound unsure, and I wasn't that nervous. It was slightly awkward, because I was a deal taller than the small Brit, but he didn't mind.

"Call me Arthur, please. It is nice to meet you, too. Where are you from, Eduard? I can't really recognize your accent."

"I'm from Estonia, actually. I have just only moved here. Where are you from? I want to say London or maybe Brighton, but please forgive my assumptions if I'm incorr-"

"You're amazing! I'm from Brighton, but I grew up in London!" He gawked at me in a scary sort of way, his large green eyes wide with a bit of shock.

"Well, I have studied English for a while now, and when I was learning I-" He cut me off. Again. It was a bit irritating.

"Where in Estonia are you from?"

"Tallinn, the capitol." He smiled.

"That's nice. I hear that Estonia is a nice place," He said, though I doubt he meant it. Tallinn is fairly cold most of the year, and that's not nice."How long have you been living here in America? Your English is fantastic!"

"Only a few days, actually. But in almost every non-English speaking country, you must take English as a class. It is the most widely-spoken language in the-"

"Would you like some help finding your way around the school? I can't believe that you've only been here a few days! You don't seem too much out of place, nor scared or anything. And sorry about Francis earlier, he's quite a bloody wanker when it comes to his damn 'public displays of le amor'." Arthur was becoming angry again, I could tell, so I shook my head. (Though in fear of my life.)

"I think I can find my way around. Th-thank you, though." He shrugged and patted me on the shoulder, rumpling the shirt a bit.

"Suit yourself! If you ever do need me, though, just let me know, okay?" He was about to walk off before he remembered something, grinning like an evil Cheshire Cat. "I forgot to ask, what grade are you in? And, are you gay?"

I just gawked. Why did he have to ask that so loud? I bet everyone heard! Was this sort of thing accepted here? Was it… Was it normal here? I felt my cheeks go a bright red.

"Heh, I'll take that as a yes." He chuckled.

"N-no! I am st-straight!" I was shaking again, which made me angry. I tried to keep my goal in mind here, so I did something drastic. "I am in the eleventh grade and…" Oh God, how did I say this? WHY did I say this? Was this some sort of sick joke by fate? "-And I AM gay!"

Well, not technically. I've actually never thought about dating. Most of the time, I'm more focused on my school work or some type of 'nerd-catagory' thing. No, I don't play Dungeons and Dragons, but I am a geek. A huge one. I obsess over a lot of things that are definitely 'nerd-category'. Like Star Trek. And Pokemon. So I never got the chance to really focus on dating girls. Or guys. I've never really had friends, at least not good ones, so it's not like I could have anyone to encourage me on this anyways.

"Knew it." Then, to my utter SHOCK, Arthur winked and turned on his heel, heavy combat books clicking on the floor as he walked away. I was momentarily unable to move, or to fathom anything. He winked. Yes, winked. I thought for a moment that part of my soul may have been killed. It was that traumatizing.

After that little fiasco, I made my way to the main office, glad that I had arrived somewhat early and my encounter with Arthur hadn't taken up too much of my preparation time.

I introduced myself to the secretary, obtained a locker and a combination, and was told where to go before my first class of the day.

Author's Note:

Eddy needs our love! And I love him. So I decided to write this.

Yeah, I know, not a very exciting first chapter… I really just need to introduce everything. Punk Iggy is hilariously a part of this story. And I apologize if Eddy seems OOC… Once he gets around characters he interacts with in canon-land he'll be a lot more.. canon…

I'm not one to beg for reviews, but can you tell me how I could play him a little better? I myself am an uber nerd, so all of that sort of thing comes easily to me… It's just the… the Estonia part that I screw up. X