Authors note: Hey guys, sorry for not updating right away. Anyway I decided to upload the next chapter. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Sorry its a bit short. If I keep getting a positive response from it, I will upload the next chapter as well. Hope you guys enjoy it!
My classroom got a new student today. I don't like him at all. He's much too loud and very obnoxious. His name is Alfred F. Jones.
Alfred has honey blond hair, with one strand that stands straight up. He has shining blue eyes, the bluest I have ever seen. His voice is very loud and he likes to shout, I learned that from his introduction.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones! But you all can just call me Al for short. I like baseball, airplanes, space, and superheroes!" The boy shouted as he stood in front of the class, with a wide smile on his face.
I watched Alfred as he took his seat, a few desks across from me. That wide smile never left his face as he talked to all of the other students, who adored him.
That was another reason why I didn't like Alfred. Everyone in class liked him. They talked to him, laughed with him, shared with him, and played with him. It was much unlike me, who always was left alone. But I can understand why. Who would want to be around me anyway?
Classes went by rather quickly and it was soon recess. I wasn't surprised to see Alfred playing with a bunch of our classmates, but what I was surprised by was by how quickly he had become friends with the older kids; especially Gilbert.
I glanced at the two of them as they ran around the playground. I felt a bit of pain in my chest. I weakly clutched the spot over my heart and let out a sigh. I get pains there a lot. They don't like to go away. I then turned my attention to the picture I was drawing, as a sat against the building far from the other children running around outside. It was a drawing of a small fairy. I think I will add it to the ones in my room. I hope Scott won't mind putting it up for me…
I was concentrating on coloring in my fairy's' wings, when there were sudden shadows cast over me. I blinked for a second before I looked up. I saw Gilbert standing with Alfred beside him.
"What are you drawing there big brows?" Gilbert reached out and took my drawing, looking at it for a second before he gave a snort, followed by a smirk.
Alfred then looked at me and gave a small chuckle. "Your eyebrows are really big…" He then leaned on his tiptoes and glanced at my drawing as well. He stared at it for a moment before he looked at me and gave a smile, and opened his mouth to say something but was cut of by Gilbert.
"Only babies believe and draw fairies!" Gilbert gave a laugh before he threw my drawing on the ground. He then turned his head to Alfred, who seemed a bit shocked by Gilbert's actions. "Right Al?"
Alfred was quite for a moment before he gave a nod. "Yeah only babies believe in fairies!" He then turned to me and gave a frown. "You're a big eyebrow, baby!"
Gilbert gave a laugh before he patted Alfred's back. "Good one Al! Tomorrow let's have everyone call him that!"
I sat there in silence as the two of them laughed. Then after Gilbert shoved me slightly, they left. I turned my eyes to the small drawing that was now on the ground, and I picked it up gently. The shining blue fairy I had drawn didn't seem as beautiful to me anymore… But I put it in my pocket anyway as the bell rang to single to return inside the school.
The end of the day soon came, and I packed all of my things and slowly made my way out of the school, heading for the spot where Scott would pick me up. And as I was walking on the sidewalk, I found out another reason why I didn't like Alfred.
I saw the boy running up to an older man, with a big smile on his face. The man looked a lot like Alfred. I assume it is his dad. Besides the man is a smiling woman with deep blue eyes, holding onto a small boy who looked a lot like Alfred. It must be his mother and brother. I stared for a long time, listening to Alfred let out little laughs and giggles, and giving a smile that could rival the sun's brightness.
My chest started hurting and I clutched at my heart. Why did Alfred get to smile like that? Why did Alfred get to keep his mother? Why did Alfred have a nice family? All of these questions bumped around in my head. I clutched my chest tighter as I got the answers. Alfred was supposed to be happy. Alfred wasn't an accident.
"Hey squirt, you alright?" I blinked as Scott was suddenly in front of me, with worried eyes.
I nodded my head quietly and took his hand as we walked to his car. I quickly put the hand that was clutching my heart back down at my side.
As we both got into the car and started to drive home, Scott gave a glance in the mirror before he spoke quietly. "Why don't you try to smile more Arthur?"
I didn't look at him as I gave a small shrug of my shoulders. I couldn't tell him that I didn't deserve it; Scott would lie and say that I did. I didn't like to hear Scott's lies…
"You should smile more." Scott gave a nod as if agreeing with his statement. "You have a nice smile Arthur. It reminds me of mum's… You use to smile a lot when you were younger…"
I stiffened as I heard Scott's words, but I remained silent. It stayed silent for the rest of the trip home.
When I got home, I apologized to my father's door before I made my way to my room. I walked in and stared at the fairies hanging from the ceiling. I suddenly hated them. They reminded me of Gilbert's words, and of Alfred; Alfred and his smile. His smile that showed happiness, showed love; that was just complete opposite of me.
I frowned deeply and moved my toy chest over to where my fairies were hanging. I then climbed on it, and began to yank them down, in a fit of anger. I then took my beloved fairies and ripped them up into tiny bits. One by one, I tore them apart until they were nothing but paper shreds.
After a moment of heavy breathing, and throwing the little pieces of paper to the ground, I realized what I had done. I slowly got off my toy chest and stared down at the pieces of paper that lined the floor. I had hurt my fairies, the friends that I had made.
I quickly reached into my pocket and pulled out the fairy I had drawn earlier at school. I stared at its shinning blue wings, before I pulled it close to my chest and began to cry. Large tears falling down my face, as I gave loud sobs.
Scott came rushing into my room instantly. He scooped my up and held me tightly and gently. With one hand he stroked my hair, while the other rubbed my back trying to calm me down. I buried my face into his chest and continued to cry.
"Hey come on Arthur," Scott spoke softly. "It will be okay."
I cried harder as I listened to more of Scott's lies.
Authors note: Let me know if you want this story to continue or not. I do have a lot planned for it. Thanks again to anyone who reads and enjoys my works. Rose~
