A/N: There will at least be 3-4 chapters today. I never have homework *lies* so I have time to type.
I am not going to like it here I can already tell that it's going to be like school in England. He slips on a worn black t-shirt and green jacket. "A-Arthur dear! Y-you're going to m-miss the bus poppet!" He hears his mum calling from the kitchen through his open door; he lets out a sigh and puts on a stern look. "Those jackasses will have it coming to them if they think they can bully me now." He grabs his worn brown satchel and slings it over his shoulder, then heads downstairs to the kitchen, "It'll be alright mum" he lets out a half-hearted smile and kisses her on the cheek. "It's a new school, I'll see you afterwards." She smiles sadly as her son walks out the door and onto the school bus.
As he walks down the hallways of East Boston High, Arthur could feel the stares of the other students while he heads to his Algebra II class. He walks into the class and it is full of students but the teacher is nowhere to be found. He lets out a sigh; I guess I'll just sit in the back of the class until the teacher arrives. Keeping his head down, Arthur quickly goes and sits at the very last chair by the window, hoping no one had noticed him. He hears the door open and slam shut, "Yo! First day of school! 'Sup dude!" his eyes widen at the loud familiar voice. Oh god, I hope he doesn't see me. Don't look at him, just be quiet. He quickly pulls out a book and hides his face behind it, feeling a blush creep up his cheeks.
Footsteps come closer to where he put himself and he slowly shrinks into his chair when the steps suddenly stop. "Vhat's zis Jones? Some poor sod just wants to get pummeled it seems, 'cause he seems to be sittin' in your seat." Arthur feels shivers go down his spine when he hears the think German accent in the mystery student's voice. He lets out a shake breath, "I believe that this is my seat, Jones wasn't here to begin with so I believe it is mine now." A smirk plays on his lips until the book is ripped from his hands and he is lifted into the air by his collar.
He is met by red eyes and white hair and a cocky sneer. "Vhat did you say faggot?" the albino holds him to that wall, waiting for an answer. Arthur gives him a hard glare and knees the albino in the stomach. "Bloody bastard don't touch me. Even if I am a faggot, that doesn't mean I won't fight back." He smirks and grabs his bag quickly and then begins to run out of the room, but not before running into someone which causes him to fall to the floor. Arthur didn't dare look above the person's shoulders. He slides backwards slightly so he could get himself up but then he feels a stone grip on his arms and struggles to get out, keeping his eyes on the floor.
Another hand grabs his chin and lifts his head up to see the face of the other student. Alfred, oh why does god hate me so? He glares at Alfred, "Tell your albino pet to get the bloody 'ell off me you wanker!" He jerks his head to the side and bites Alfred on the hand, causing him to yelp. Before he could retaliate on Arthur, he elbows the albino in the gut and quickly runs out of the room into the hallway. Hopefully those assholes don't find me, he quickly runs into the boys bathroom and hides in the last stall farthest away from the door and locks himself in.
It's the end of the day and all I could feel was that jackass's stare on my back all day, I escaped getting a good kicking from the football team. He pulls out a notebook and starts sketching in it, I just hope I don't have to deal with him when I get home or else I don't know what I'd do. A few minutes pass and then the bell rings signaling the end of the day. He quickly gets up from his desk and makes his way to the bus, avoiding anything and anyone. Wait…I forgot my notebook in the classroom. Arthur sighs and slumps down in the seat behind the bus driver. I guess the teacher will hand it to me tomorrow. He leans his head back and closes his eyes for the 30 minute bus ride to his house.
"'ey Kirkland boy, we're 'ere now. Get off." Arthur wakes with a start and rubs his eyes, "Thanks I guess." He grabs his back and walks off the bus into his house. "Mum! I'm home!" He tosses his bag onto the chair and looks around the first floor for his mother, but she is nowhere to be found. "Mum, where did you go?"
"Yer mam vent out for a vhile Kirky. So it's just you und me." Arthur turns around to see his step-father smiling at him with a bottle of vodka in his hand. Cyril was a tall brunette, German, with a pot belly and a huge need for a shave. He also had a nasty temper. He blinks, "Cyril, I think it's time you went to bet now." Arthur takes a few steps back, before he was stopped by Cyril's iron grip.
"Com-on Kirky boy, vhat's ze matter," he smiles and pulls Arthur into his mom's bedroom, locking the door behind them.
A/N: Sorry for beating up Arthur ;-; But it helps with story development.