Chapter 1
(I'm so sorry I had to re-upload this story)
Arthur Kirkland studied the stove in front of him. Sure this was home ec class. He had always wanted to be a chef. However his cooking always came out looking like, what the other kids call, bullshit.
He sighed as he stared at the cold, black rocks in front of him. Four of them sat on a nice, silver plate; well not nice anymore since his cooking touched it. Ashes from his burnt scones burned the dish nearly alive. He actually thought the burnt scones were going to fall through it and make a fire on the ground. Thankfully that didn't happen. He turned and looked to everyone else's scones they had made. They actually looked fine; so why did his look like trash? He followed the directions….didn't he?
"Very well done," a certain voice made Arthur look to the left. The prissy teacher Mr. Edelstein.
HE'S SO PRISSY. In all his prissiness, he continued to walk down the row of children, tasting their dishes. He gulped. It was his row.
He shivered with fear. Second time this week he's burnt something! No wait….that was every day.
"Well done as always, Francis! You're a natural!" Mr. Edelstein once again gave the best comments to the French kid.
"Oh I know. But thank you anyway." Francis smiled. He turned and shot a look at Arthur and smirked, trying to annoy him. Arthur returned the glare and snarled. Why did he have to sit so close to his bully?!
"Oh boy, hello Kirkland," the priss began, "what have you burned today?"
Arthur stood up straight, "Well actually sir, I tried to-"
"Yes I see. Don't say anything for the love of god already see the nice rocks on your plate. You know I can give these to Mr. Zwingli to use for his science class? They seem hard enough to have minerals in them." The teacher continued to insult him.
He heard some of the kids start to giggle, and he heard mean insults fly back and forth, making him blush with embarrassment.
"What a failure!"
"Chef my ass!"
It was bad enough he was tortured by the kids, why did he need to be tortured by the teacher too? It felt worse when the prissy Austrian teacher began to continue:
"Honestly Kirkland, when will you just quit this class? Or at least cook something? You know what? Never mind. I've given up on you. Not once have you cooked something that's not burnt or at least given someone food poisoning, if you recall that incident."
"That was an accident!" he turned and howled. He remembered clearly. One of the teachers had come in to personally try all of their dishes one day. When she ate everyone else's she felt fine. Once she ate his she began to throw up violently and was sent to the hospital. Almost got sued on that one. Almost.
*Ding Ding!*
Finally the bell rang. Arthur gathered his things.
"Let me throw these out for you." Mr. Edelstein took the burnt silver plate and threw the "rocks" in the garbage. Arthur sighed and put his backpack over his shoulders.
"Idiot." Francis walked by and whispered, making him freeze.
"Dumbass."
"Learn to cook something you wannabe chef."
They all hurt. All those insults tore his heart in half. Right now he just wanted to go under a desk and cry. He stopped himself from shedding a tear and walked out, Mr. Edelstein's gaze never leaving his sight.
The halls were not a comforting place either. Kids would glare at him, and every so often he would hear: "Nice eyebrows!"
Finally he reached his English class. This wasn't too bad, at least not until he sat down.
He made his way to his seat, passing a few glares on the way.
"Ow!" he cried when he felt a sharp pain hit the back of his head. He turned around and looked at the floor; a pencil sharpened to a fine point was laying there.
"That could've really hurt me!" he shouted to the culprit who threw it.
"Fusososo. Excuse me mi amigo, just following Francis' orders." Antonio shrugged with a laugh and turned around. Arthur wanted to run over and punch the damn Spaniard but he knew it wasn't worth it. After all, he wasn't as bad as the kid who sat next to him.
Oh yes. The kid who sat next to him.
Arthur placed his backpack on the seat and took out his binder, awaiting the damn kid to show up any minute.
*Ding! Ding!*
Late as usual.
"Hang on! Don't close the door! I'm here!" a sharp tone rang through the hallway as the sound of heavy breathing and fast footsteps approached the door. Before the teacher could close the door, a kid with a black backpack threw himself into the room panting. He looked up to the teacher, who's gaze was not promising.
"Heh heh, sorry miss. I was just-"
"Just take your seat!" she howled. The teen obeyed out of fear and sat himself next to Arthur. Oh boy. So it begins.
The kid turned to him and smiled, "Kesesesese! What's up, eyebrows?"
Oh boy. English class was so fun!
However, he bested almost everyone in the room with his knowledge, which seemed to perk up his spirit. Kids were actually jealous that the teacher loved him so much. She gave Arthur good grades in everything. Maybe that's why he wasn't liked in here. Since he did better then almost everyone, it wouldn't be a surprise they'd be a little jealous….right?
"Take out your pencils. Copy what I've written on the board while I type up an assignment for you to do." The teacher began.
Everyone groaned. No one liked work, obviously.
Every few minutes or so while writing Arthur felt paper balls being thrown at him, and like always, the teacher was completely oblivious to it.
What the fuck?! She never noticed anything!
"Quit it!" he snarled a whisper.
"Heh, why smarty pants? Why should we stop? After all, you make your reputation stone carrier!"
"Stop calling me that!" Stone carrier was a common nickname for him. It represented the burnt "rocks" from home ec class.
One more paper ball hit him. That's it. He picked up two of them and flung one at Gilbert and the other at Antonio. Antonio dodged his, but Gilbert got hit right in the face with his paper ball. This angered the Prussian, obviously, and he immediately wanted revenge.
Arthur flinched when the Prussian threw a perfectly sharpened pencil at him, and squeaked with pain when the pencil's sharp point skid across his cheek. The pencil fell and made a loud *click!* on the floor. Arthur shivered and placed his hand to his cheek. His green eyes widened when he saw blood on his hand. ASSAULT!
He didn't want to be a snitch. Thank god he didn't have to.
"Mr. BEILDSCHMIT!" the teacher screamed, making the Prussian shudder and the whole class freeze. "Did you just throw a pencil at Arthur?!"
"Well, yes! But he started it! He threw a paper ball at me!"
"No! He threw it at me first! I just did it out of defense!"
"ENOUGH BOTH OF YOU!" she howled, "I've had enough. Gilbert, principal's office, now."
"But!-"
"NOW!"
Gilbert sighed and stood up, glaring at Arthur, "Fuckface."
He walked down the row and made it out the door, slamming it on his way out.
"Arthur, you may go to the nurse and get a bandage for that if you like."
"Thank you miss," he said softly. While he walked down the row, kids stared at him. Just stared, nothing else. A few gazes held sympathy, a few gazes held hatred. He exited the room and slowly walked through the empty hall.
Walking down the hall he noticed a familiar figure standing by the stairwell. Feeling brave, he attack with words:
"Hey you, shouldn't you be in the principal's office by now?"
"Kesesesese. I will go. As soon as you get what you deserve." Gilbert cracked his knuckles and Arthur's eyes widened.
"Why?!" he cried, "Just because I can't cook I deserve this?!"
"It's not just that!" Gilbert snarled, "You think you're all better then us, Mr. gentlemen. Getting all the teachers to love you so you'll get good grades and they'll always defend you and such. Getting good grades to put us to shame. Not to mention home ec but we all know about that. And would it kill you to have normal eyebrows?"
"SHUT UP WANKER!"
"Well, I'd shut up if I were you. I've got a friend with me. Funny how we met on the staircase. Him going to the bathroom and me being sent to the principal's office. Wanna see him?"
Oh god no.
"Get out here!" Gilbert shouted. Arthur's stomach dropped when Francis appeared. He slowly walked up to them, a sly smirk creasing his lips. "Ohonononon, hey snitch. So stone carrier, how have you been? Haven't seen you since home ec. Getting people into trouble again I see?"
Arthur kinda felt that was true. Kids kinda did get in trouble when they bullied him, but he was no snitch! Teachers would just catch them in the act. But was he really this weak? No the time is now.
"Listen to me now. I will personally rip your precious precious long hair out myself, and I'll stab you in the eyes making your eyes even more red then they already are. You understand?"
He smiled. He was actually proud of his insult. Once he saw their reactions however he wanted to take it all back. He readied himself for a fight, but he wasn't ready enough.
Gilbert's fist felt like a rock when it hit his stomach, sending him to the ground. Francis stepped on his face, then stepped on the spot where Gilbert punched. Had he ever felt so much pain?
"Hey look, Gilbert! He's crying!" Francis laughed.
He was? Oh yeah he was. He didn't even notice it. He tried not to cry, but he couldn't help it. It hurt so much, both physically and emotionally. Why didn't anyone like him? Why was he being beaten right now?
He suddenly heard a loud yowl. He opened his eyes and saw Francis fly over him and land on the ground behind him. What?
"Ahhh!" a loud howl came from Gilbert as he was thrown into the wall, blood dripping from his nose. Arthur wanted to look up and see who was defending him, but he had no strength to.
"GET OUT OF HERE! I HATE BULLIES AND DON'T COME BACK!"
Arthur heard Francis and Gilbert screech with fear and run down the hall. The door to the staircase slamming signaled they had finally left. He let out a sigh and shivered with pain.
"Oh my god! Are you ok?" the sweet voice asked him. He looked up, but couldn't make out who it was. His vision was fading as he slowly began to pass out from his injuries.
….
Arthur awoke in the nurse's office. He sat up quickly and looked around. What happened? He felt his cheek and the bandage that creased it. Oh yeah, the pencil.
OH YEAH. THE FIGHT.
Was he in trouble? "Miss," he called to the nurse, "am I in trouble?"
The nurse turned around smiled sweetly at him, "No Arthur you're fine. And hey, you've woken up! That's good news. I'll notify your parents immediately."
Arthur smiled. Everyone loved the nurse. She was so nice. "Miss, how did I get here?" all he remembered was passing out on the floor….and hearing that voice….that voice! Whoever it was must've brought him here!
"I'm sorry Arthur, I don't know the name of the girl who brought you here actually."
Girl? He blushed.
"Once she brought you in she explained what happened to you and left. She must've had a class to get to."
"….Y-Yeah….right…."
"Anyway Arthur, I'm sending you home. You need to go home and rest off those injuries. Don't worry, Gilbert and Francis are already suspended. And if Antonio tries anything he's next. Just stay seated. Your mother said she's coming for you right away." She smiled.
"Right. Thanks miss." He smiled.
He stopped and thought for a moment. A girl? Saved him? Did she know who he was? Everyone knew who he was. Stone carrier. The kid who was bullied for being "better then anyone else" and "showing off." Then there's his cooking. Why did they bully him for that?! He tried!
It didn't matter right now. Right now, he needed to think about the girl who saved him. I must find her, he thought, the one person who actually helped me instead of joining in on the fight. I'll find her.
Author's note!
Well this just randomly popped up into my head. Well here's a story about Artie. I wonder if you can all guess who the girl is? Lol I hope you liked the first chapter.
Btw the nurse was Liechtenstein.
See you in the next chapter :3
Tails
