Sorry this chapter is so late! I had written it but my computer shut down and it erased the entire thing. Ya I'm kinda pissed. Ah well. This next chapter will talk a little more about Arthur's daily life. Poor kid. Enjoy!
I sighed as I got my French test professor stared at me with a look of disappointment in his eyes as he wrote down a red 76 at the top of my paper. I tried to cover it from my fellow classmates as I walked back to my seat. I heard the other students in the class comparing answers. Most had gotten high scores. After all, it had been an easy test. But who cares about French anyway? It's a stupid language. I sullenly walked back to my seat and pulled out my beloved Shakespeare book out from under my desk and tried to forget about my worries. I listened to the soft chatter of the students. It calmed me. A bit like how rain calms you when you are trying to sleep. "Just forget your worries Arthur. Don't think about that test or that homework you didn't do or that C you have in science." I tried telling myself. The bell rang.
I held my books close to me as if they were giving me comfort as I attempted to navigate my way through the sea of students looking for the shinny wooden of my science class. The lectures were dull and consisted only of a few worksheets on velocity that I paid no attention to. I found myself zoning out once again. I looked outside at the blazing sun. I had to squint my eyes. Oh how I hated the sun. It didn't make me feel all fuzzy inside as it was described in countless songs and books. Instead I found salvation in the rain. I missed the rain in London. No constant sun burning down on you, just the peaceful cool rain. The rain makes it easier to conceal yourself. It's easier to hide, to fade into the dark clouds and the smell. The beautiful freshness of it all. That's what I missed. The bell rang.
I rushed down the many flights of stairs to the locker room and got changed into my ugly navy blue and gold gym uniforms. We started to run laps around the gym. I ran alone as usual, though running seems much harder when you're alone. i smiled remembering the days in elementary school when I would finish in almost first place during cross-country. I missed the way I was cheered on by all those smiling faces. I missed the bright wide eyes of the first graders who would say, "Daddy, I hope I can run like that when I grow up!" I suppose that has also changed about me as well. I'm not very good at running at all now. I hoped the weather would be nice this afternoon for cross-country practice. Even if I wasn't any good, another excuse to see Alfred's beaming face as he crosses the finish line (in first place of course) was good enough for me. I was used to failure anyways. The bell rang.
Finally. The lsat class before lunch; Art. Art was when I could actually zone off and it would be okay. All the people in my class did was talk anyway so I could finally not think about anything and express myself through drawing. Not words. Because apparently I wasn't very good at that. Hmm, expression. That is yet another thing about me that has changed. I used to be the person who always wore nice khakis and a button-down shirt. I always looked nice and held myself with confidence. After I moved, I now wear ripped black jeans, a studded belt, and usually some sort of band t-shirt. I started to play the electric guitar and my drawing skills improved considerably. I am often teased about my attire, Though I'll never do anything to change it. It's who I am now whether I like it or not. As you can see, I am struggling a bit with personality issues. The bell rang.
Thank the lord for lunch. I am starving. Well, I always am. I stared around the cafeteria looking for someone in particular. Suddenly I spotted a head of soft blonde hair laughing with his usual twinkling eyes. Alfred. I melted as I looked at him longingly. It broke my heart just a little bit that he barely knew me. That git. He's just too popular to notice. I'm surprised he can even see past his ego. I was jealous. Jealous of his popularity, his confidence, his kindness, his body, how athletic he was, but mostly the fact that he was loved by everyone. I didn't need everyone to love me, just him would be enough.
Snapping out of my trance, I looked over at my table, where everyone, including Matthew was laughing at me. They were watching me stare at Alfred. I blushed and turned to walk out of the cafeteria. I wasn't in the mood for more mocking comments about me and Al. I mean Alfred. I stared angrily at the ground as I walked down the hallway. It was deserted. Or so I thought.
A/N: OOOooo cliff hanger! Well, sort of. Who is in the hallway with Arthur? How will Arthur deal with his friends and Alfred? And more importantly, how will he deal with his own thought? Find out next week on Where There's a Will, There's a Way! [Review please :) ]
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