Arthur's POV
Its another crappy day in this crappy school. God how I hate my life. It's not fun when you basically get ignored... now I know how that Matthew kid feels. As I walk down these halls, I can't help but feel that I'm like some sort of ghost. Sighing I walk past that bastard Alfred and that scary Russian he hangs out with, hopefully they don't notice me and let me walk away.
"Yo Kirkland! We gotta talk to you!" Alfred practically yells. Great. I'm in deep shit now. I turn around and see Alfred and Ivan walking towards me. This shall not end well. Alfred grabs me by my arm and drags me out of school.
For about three years, I have been bullied by this bastard. He thinks that because he's got Ivan on his side, he's cool! He's not! It started in ninth grade when I called him a chicken because he puked and ran out of the room when he first watched Friday the 13th. If I had known back then that he'd start to bully me, then I never would've made that comment.
Alfred takes me behind the school. I open my mouth to question, but I feel my head get slammed into the wall and I fall down. I look up to see Ivan walking to his spot next to Alfred.
"He's all yours, da." He said in that thick Russian accent. Alfred nodded and grabbed me by my shirt and pinned me to the wall. He had a mean look in his eyes. This means that I've absolutely arrived in Hell. He smirks and brings his lips to my ear.
"Do you know what time of the month it is?" He asks in a bittersweet tone. I weakly nod not wanting to look at his face. Alfred cups his hand around my cheek so I can face him. Though my face is turned to him, my eyes remain closed as if he isn't there. I hear a low and angry growl from the American and feel a sting on my face.
"Look at me bitch!" I still don't open my eyes. He growls again and punches me in the stomach. I wince and feel tears start to form in my eyes. I want this to stop. Kicks and punches. They won't stop! Someone grabs my face and I see who it is, only to have Alfred's cold eyes looking back at me. He evilly smirks as he smacks me again.
"You wouldn't be staining your face with your tears if you just did what I said and looked at me. Let's go Ivan! This bitch looks like he's had enough. You are so lucky that I didn't feel like going all out on you today. Not very many people annoyed me today."
With that, they left. I lay on the ground crying. Why did my like have to be like this? Why did I get stuck with parents that basically picked my life? Why did I get stuck with having bullies and being ignored in school with only a few people to call friends? Why? I'd just love to know why. I continued to cry until I fell asleep crying. I wish I didn't have this life. I wish I didn't have this life.