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Chapter 2 English Road Rage

I look blankly at Arthur. Then I was startled by Alfred screaming "No! I'll walk! It's no big deal!"

"No. School is almost thirteen miles away. And Alfred, you can barley run the mile each year in P.E. and you're running late as it is," sighs Arthur.

"Hey I'm sorry I wasn't working out that month and I don't care if I'm late!" yells Alfred.

"But I'm sure your brother does," sighs Arthur, "now come on, to the car."

"NEVER!" yells Alfred.

"Oh your coming weather you like it or not!" yells Arthur as he tackles Alfred. He grabs Alfred and literally 'drags' him to the car. It's a pretty nice car. A nice red corvette with an open roof. Alfred's pride and joy. Well it's not his car yet but he takes really good care of it. Arthur puts the roof on. "It calls for rain later today." Even though there's not a cloud in the sky. He is still accustomed for 'British weather' even though we're in America.

"No! I don't want to!" yells Alfred as he holds onto Arthur's leg.

"Alfred, you're too old to be acting like this!" yells Arthur as he pries Alfred off of his leg, pushes him into the car, and slams the door. I get in on the other side.

"Bollocks!" yells Arthur as he gets in on the passenger side.

"Dude, that's the wrong side. Remember where in America?" snickers Alfred.

"I know!" Arthur yells as he gets out and goes to the other side of the car.

Somewhere in my mind I don't think this will turn out well. Arthur puts the keys in the ignition as the car roars to life. He changes the gears to reverse. We slowly pull out of the drive-way. So far so good.

As we get out of the drive-way he slams on the gas as we speed down the street. Alfred and I we hold on to each other for dear life as we scream at the top of our lungs. We race down the street at about 65 miles per hour.

We reach the main road and we cut off a few people as we turn. We hear a roar of honks. Arthur rolls down the window, puts out his hand, and gives them what looks like a peace sign. We zoom down the road as he swerves to the other lane.

"Arthur! WTF ARE YOU DOING! YOU'RE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD!" Alfred screams as a Semi truck heads towards us. Arthur, just in time before the Semi could hit us, swerved over to the other lane.

"Watch were your going, you bloody git! You're on the wrong side of the road!" yells Arthur as he sticks his head out the window.

"No! You're on the wrong side of the road!" screams Alfred.

"Blast it! You and your stupid American roads! Why couldn't you make it the same as the British?" Arthur yells to himself.

When I thought it couldn't get any worse, Arthur runs four red lights and I hear sirens behind us. Al and I turn our heads slowly to see two cop cars speeding down the street, sirens full blast, after us.

"Oh god" I say with horror written all over my face. "Arthur pull over…"

"Why the bloody hell should I? They're not after us," mumbles Arthur.

"Yes they are you idiot! You're crazy driving is why there chasing us!"

"Oh they want a chase do they?" Arthur snickers and smiles evilly. Oh god, this couldn't be good. Arthur pounds on the gas pedal. We speed down the road swerving side to side avoiding the other cars on the road. "Were almost there, lad. And if we do get caught," Arthur smiles, "Matthew can you sound like a girl?"

"Ya… I guess. How's this. Hello my name is Mattie." I say in a really girly voice. I'm almost too good at that.

"Perfect, lad. How about a 'pregnant' woman?" snickers Arthur.

"WHAT? Ah… Oh my god! The baby is coming!" I say face red with embarrassment.

"Why the hell does he- Oh…" Alfred wheezes from screaming.

"Got it?"

"Ya" Al laughs at Arthur's crude joke.

"Look school is right there," Arthur points. The car swerves into the high school parking lot almost hitting a few teens. Alfred and I literally jump out of the car and kiss the ground screaming "Oh beautiful ground! How we missed you!" We get up and start to walk away till we hear "Bye sweeties! Have a good day at school!" We turn around slowly to see Arthur walk up to us and give us each a kiss on the forehead and our sack lunches. Everyone around us looks at us in utter laughter.

"Why the hell did you do that!" whispers Alfred red from anger and embarrassment.

"That's payback from this morning," snickers Arthur. "For saying my cooking is horrible."

"So Mattie has to pay to?" asks Alfred.

"No, just you, there will be more when you get home, and sorry Matthew for doing that to you."

"No, its fine. Can I have a hug to? One for Alfred to?" I ask smiling.

"Uhh… sure," Arthur gives me a hug and messes up my hair like a little kid. Then does the same for Alfred.

"Just go AWAY! You get that AWAY. A.W.A.Y" You're embarrassing!" Alfred yells as he walks away. I follow him. Then turn my head to look back at Arthur. He waves and turns to head for the car, which by the way, is surrounded by two cop cars. Arthur just walks up to them and they give him a ticket. He accepts the ticket and turns around to laugh. He is one weird man.

We reach the inside of a large hallway. Students rush by us. Girls and boys. Nerds and bullies. You name it, it was there. I head to my locker. Locker 263. I put in the combination and the locker clicks open. Alfred opens the locker next to mine. His locker was Locker 264.

"Hey what was that about?" Alfred asks me with a stern face as I pull out my history book.

"What?" I ask wondering what he was talking about.

"The 'hug' thing!" Alfred yells, "It was embarrassing enough to get a kiss on the forehead, but then you ask for a hug too!" yells Alfred.

"Well, my father always used to do that before school," I explain.

"What? You mean your girly dad?" asks Alfred.

"He is NOT girly!" I yell, but to my disorder, it again turned into a loud whisper.

"Yes he is," snickers Alfred.

"Come on," I grumble, "Where gonna be late for History class."

Thirty-minutes later…

After the long History class we walk back to our lockers. I put back my history book and pull out my science book.

"That class was soo boring!" Alfred complains. "I have a five-hundred word essay on the American Revolution." (A/N: lol I love the irony)

"Well, I have the same thing," I grumble, "where in the same class you know. We better head of to science now."

"Ya, I don't want to be late for that," Alfred says in a sarcastic tone as he rolls his eyes.

We walk to our Science laboratory of North High school. The walls are decorated with creepy skulls and weird strange bottles and beakers full of unidentified liquids. Well at least I think it's liquid. I take my seat at the table in the back and Alfred sits next to me. The teacher walks in slowly. She is a very pretty lady, you know the kind to over dress herself on casual occasions. She has short blond hair and the biggest… uh… chest you'll ever see.

"Ok class; open your textbooks to page 389," She says as she turns around to face the class. The class giggles silently when they hear her chest bounce. I open my text book to the page and see that where going to be learning about the planet Uranus. "The planet Uranus has the surface area of 15.91 Earths. It has the volume of 63.086 Earths. It has the mass of 14.536 Earths. Its diameter is 4.007 times that of Earth. Alfred, are you paying attention?"

"Ha? Ya I was, Ms. Braginski," says Alfred as he rolls his eyes.

"Ok then how big is Uranus then?" says Ms. Braginski.

"I don't know let me see," Alfred pulls out a tape measure and stands up. He turns around and measures his butt. "It's about… one foot long in width …" he measures again, "and one foot in height," The whole class burst into laughter.

"Mr. Jones, please sit down," she says giggling, "Please pay attention next time. I asked for the measurement of the 'planet' Uranus."

"Oh… That makes sense now," Alfred says so innocently.

"Oh wait!"Ms. Braginskaya starts to cry, "The principal says the next time you did something like that, to send you to his office."

"Oh- ok…" Alfred gets up. I watch him walk away. About a twenty minutes later the bell rings and Alfred hasn't come back. I walk down the hall to my locker.

Then my eyes widen in horror. I see Alfred stuffed into the garbage next to the men's bathroom. Alfred is sporting a black eye and a bloody nose. I thought the football team stopped picking on Alfred a year ago. I race over to Alfred and get him out of the garbage.

"Al! Are you ok?"

"Ya… Hey can you call Arthur and take me home?"

"Ya, Lets head down to the office," I reply relieved that he's ok.

"Ok… Thank you, Bro."

A/N: Sorry it took me so long for me to update… The Italian part of me told me to take a long siesta… And Uhh… I will get to the part where they switch soon… And sorry it's kinda random but that's me! =3 VEE! ((And I'm kinda sick =S))