Francis's POV
*SIGH* A new day in a new school. It is weird, no? One moment I'm the popular guy and the next minute, I'm a nobody. Oh well... Guess I have to start over again, oui? As I start walking to my house, I see two guys coming out from behind the school. One was tall and the other one was a bit shorter and wore glasses. I kept my head down and kept walking by when the one with glasses said,
"You're a new kid, aren't you?" I turned around to see those two looking at me.
"Oui. I'm Franics Bonnefroy. I just started here today." The guy with glasses chuckled.
"Looks like we got a snail eater goin' to school with us now Ivan. The name's Alfred. As long as you don't piss me off, we'll get along just fine. I gotta go. Don't hesitate to find us if you need to get rid of someone." And just like that, Alfred and Ivan are walking away to wherever they're going. I start walking away when I hear someone crying coming from behind the school.
Following the noise, I start to go investigate. With every step I take the sobbing grows quieter. As soon as I reach behind the school, there is someone who looks around my age curled up into a ball sleeping on the ground. I rush over to him and he's knocked out. I try to wake him up, but all he responds with is,
"Please don't beat me up again... I've had enough for today..."
I decided to take him to my house so I could take care of him. Picking him up, I started to head towards my home. The way his face looks makes me just want to kiss him, but that would be too sudden, no. Though he has bushy eyebrows, he's very adorable. As soon as I get home I instantly run inside and go to my room ignoring my parent's asking me who I'm carrying to my room.
When I lay him down on my bed, I can't help but notice that he looks like that of an angel. For some reason it leaves a bitter thought in my mind that someone would do this. There's a knock at the door and someone comes in. It's my mother.
"Francis Bonnefroy! You had better have a good reason for running up to your room with someone without me and your Papa not knowing who the person is!" My mother says clearly angry with me. I turn around to see her angry face.
"Mama, I found him behind the school. He looked like someone beat him up badly so I thought I could help him. I'm so sorry." She sighs. From her sigh I don't know what she's going to say, but I don't think it's something good.
"He can stay here until he wakes up, but then I want him out of here." She spat out then left. I sit down on the bed next to him. Nothing, not even my own mind, stops me from reaching out and touching his cheek. It's red from whoever slapped him. As he stirs, I start to stiffen trying to make it seem like I was a ghost. But nothing prepared me when he opened his eyes.
