Warning: Written during the bitch that is know as writer's block.
Arthur
I haven't a clue as to why I'm getting so many odd stares and giggles here and their.
I looked over my self.
Checking to see if I was wearing pants ( Believe me I'd have to after having Alfred come to school without his pants on )My tie straight spik and span. My jacket was sat perfectly on my shoulders. My shoes tied.
So what was so bloody funny?
I shrugged and continued walking to class.
Everyone sat down and the teacher lazily walked in. He quickly assigned us work and began going thru role.
I heard a snort and looked up as did the rest of the class.
He pointed to me,
"Kirkland you're aware you have something written on your forehead right?"
I blinked,
"M-may I go to the restroom?" He nodded and I quickly ran to said Restroom.
I looked in the mirror, and there in dark lettering were the words,
'Property of A.F.J '
" ALFRED FUCKING JONES!"
Later
" Breaking news! Sixteen year old Arthur Kirkland has beaten Alfred F. Jones. Jones is being put into protective custody Local Police reported." The lady reported, showing a picture of Arthur and an ass-kicked Alfred "Kirkland required to serve forty-eight hours of community service. More tonight at ten"
Scott snickered and hi-fived Aaron.
"Cari ye' owe me fifty bucks~"
"Bah fuck you" She flipped him the bird and handed him the money.
I have no idea where this came from ._.