All during math class, Alfred didn't pay attention. He honestly tried, but with a subject so boring and repetitive it was a tad bit challenging. The teacher wasn't making it any better her constant stressed out face and weary eyes, mixed with her loose strands of gray hair. This caused him to have a huge disliking for Ms. Carrington.
It reminded him way too much of his mother. It was the same exsausted look and dark eye circles. The way she rubbed her hand over her face in a sad attempt to eliminate stress, it was annoying and pitiful.
Time ticked on and on as Alfred looked impatiently at the clock in the classroom. It give a silent, yet audible tick-tock, tick-tock. He chewed on the end of his pencil, not understanding the math problem Ms. Carrington scribbled on the board. The whole entire classroom seemed to moan with a silent boredom.
Finally, the shriek of the school bell screamed into the classroom. Everybody got up from their seats, but the teacher had stopped them. "CLASS!" Her voice reached out to all corners of the room. "I am the one to dismiss you, not the bell!" She crossed her arms, "Now everybody sit down again." The students grudgingly obeyed. The teacher waited a few seconds, and gave a heavy sigh, "You may be dismissed." All of the students hurried out the door.
The next class was geography. Dammit, not this subject. Of the all the subjects Alfred sucked at, he had to say it was geography. Honestly, he didn't really care what the capital or population of Finland was. He didn't want to memorize all the countries that were in the former Soviet Union. (That was all sixth grader crap anyway) He remembered the time when the only geography he had to know or care about was America's.
In fact, for a while, up until first or second grade he thought that there was only three countries, the USA, Canada, and Mexico. It was because of that damn state map that his mom had lying around the house. He eventually picked it up when he was four or so, and stared at it for a while. He then asked his dad what it was, he told him that it was a map of America. Canada and Mexico bordered the US so a little bit of them were shown on the map.
He sat there, at his desk feeling himself doze off into a little land of daydreams. His classroom was just the most intresting place, comapared to whatever was being taught. Was it just him, or were there more boys than girls at this school.
Next to him, on his right sat boy with a rather round face, and large violet eyes. His short little mop of hair was a very light blond that looked almost white with a yellow tint pasted on very delicately. And, by the looks of it, he was about an inch or two shorter than Alfred.
On his left there was a girl with straw colored hair, and midnight-blue eyes. On her head a tiny little white bow was placed, and she sported a dark navy-blue dress that came down to her ankles.
"Are there any other brunettes besides Elizabeta here? And, do any of the girls wear pants?" he mused to himself.
A world map was sloppily pinned to the back cabinet, with a stapler. It seemed the poor map had seen better days, the water stains and wrinkles on it clearly said so. On the right side of the room there were nice big windows that could let in a lot of sunshine, but that day was grey and overcast. Such a shame.
Finally the bell sounded it's loud song, and everyone left the classroom. The geography teacher didn't say anything to stop the students, unlike Ms. Carrington. His eyes beared those same dark under shadows and grey hair. His eyebrows kept to a straight line and weren't furrowed. Alfred heard him mutter a "I hate my job..." or something close to that.
Alfred was heading over to his locker, when he felt himself bump into somebody. A boy by the name of Kiku. "Ow! I am Sorry!", the black haired teen quickly apoligized, he said it like Alfred was going to hit him hard on the head if he didn't.
"No problem bro!" Alfred said flashing his big grin, that's when he thought of something. "Hey, dude?" he said addressing Kiku, who looked up at him.
"Yes?"
Alfred stared at Kiku for a while, forgetting completly what he was going to say, "Uh.. See you around!" He said turning to leave, leaving Kiku right there in the hallway, his face giving a look of confusion. The sound of the bell had poured itself into the school halls. Darn it all! Why did hallway breaks have to be so short?
Hooray! For it was Physical Education! For Alfred this was great because it required hardly any brains, just pure athletic ability, which he was so lucky to have. He wished this school did it every day, like in his old one, but this will suffice. The phys ed class was quite big. It's almost like they tossed every male in his grade together into one class.
When the class was exiting the locker rooms that's when he stumbled by Kiku. Kiku didn't look very happy, maybe he was one of the nerds, who hated P.E. "Yo, Kiku!" Kiku turned around, he looked rather displeased to see Alfred again. "'Sup', dude?" Alfred said walking closer to him, "You don't look very happy."
Kiku sighed a bit, "I really do not like physical education. It is very tiring and waste of time." He turned his head away slowly.
Alfred had a puzzled look glued onto his face, "What? Dude, it's not a waste of time." What was Kiku thinking!? Yeah, sure it was tiring, but a waste of time?!
Kiku let out a tired breath, "I think it is, quite a lot actually."
"Why? Isn't excercising important?" Alfred's mind jumbled around with confused thoughts. He kept repeating those same questions again over and over in his head. Who can possibly not like PE?
"Yes, I know. But, I don't consider it educational. I could be memorizing facts by now, or completing my essay. You know, school things." Kiku tried his best to explain his little dilenma. But, Alfred wouldn't have it. They kept debating on this as they came to the bleachers, where the coach was going to give them instructions.
"By the way, Alfred F. Jones", Alfred whispered to Kiku.
"Kiku Honda." he replied back in a similar fashion.
Alfred could hear a sharp whistle blow out echoing in the track , "Alright! Listen up, ladies!", a gruff voice boomed from about five feet away. His attitude sounded like that of a middle-school coach, not a high-school one. "You're all going to run the mile today!" A huge wave of low groans erupted from the students. "Don't give me any of that! What are you? A bunch of little girls!? NO!" Alfred admitted he liked the coach's spirit, but maybe he should be teaching a younger group.
The coach had a baseball cap and sunglasses on, even though it was a cloudy day and there was no need. Odd. He then blew his whistle, loud and clear so everyone could hear. "Everyone! Four laps round the track! NOW!" The flood of young male teenagers attacked the track with their feet. Some with enthusiasm, others with none at all. Kiku among them.
Alfred ran at a rather fast pace, unmatchable by a non-athlete. Yet, pretty soon Kiku was neck and neck with him. "What!? How?"Alfred thought. "Yo, Kiku! What the hell?!"
He looked at Alfred with an eyebrow raised, "What do you mean?"
"I thought you didn't like running! So how can you keep up with me?"
Kiku kept his signature blank espression on his heart shaped face. "Do you not realize?"
Alfred's bright blue eyes widened a little bit, "Huh? Realize what?"
"You are ahead a whole lap then I am." Kiku stated clearly, almost like Alfred was stupid or something.
"Oh", Alfred's voice was still cheerful and filled to the brim with idiot-like innocence. "Kay, dude!" He then sprinted ahead a bit, with a whole new breach of confidence. Kiku struggled a bit behind him, not really caring he was probably going to finish the mile last. "Does he feel no shame for being so far behind?" , Alfred wondered to himself. Alfred shook it off not caring to much about it. If he doesn't want to be fast, let's leave it alone.
The school day was finally over, the sky had not changed it's mind about the weather. Alfred tapped his foot on the ground outside his school waiting for Matthew. He didn't have an umbrella neither a rain jacket, and being soaked and drenched by the time you come home isn't very comfortable. He kept glancing at the dark-grey sky above him, hoping the droplets wouldn't come.
He then saw Elizabeta walk by dressed in a raincoat and her umbrella gripped tightly in her left hand. She too, looked rather uneasy about the weather. Maybe she didn't like rain? "Hey, Liz!" Elizabeta gave him a glance saying that she noticed him. "Liz, you've got a rain jacket and umbrella why do you look so worried about it?"
Elizabeta giggled a little bit and then said, as if to clarify a really big misunderstanding, "Oh! I don't want it to rain because I have my laundry hanging out! My parents aren't home, and my siblings are still at school so I'm the only one who could do it!"
Alfred grinned and mimicked Elizabeta's misunderstanding giggle, "I see now! Thanks for the info, Liz!" She mirrored his smile, put up her umbrella and left out the wired gate entrance.
He heard a small quiet voice come up from behind him, "Alfred?"
Alfred turned around to face the voice, "Yeah, Matt?"
"Should we go home now?"
"Sounds good." The two brothers hurried home as fast as they could.
