Arriving at the school, Matt looked around. He saw the tall iron-wrought gate made to look as if vines were creating it in a complex manner, enclosing the small one story school inside. The school was made of brick and was modeled after gothic architecture. It was the only modernized high school in the town. The inside had just enough classes for all the students and a small hallway beneath it with four more classes. The students milling about on the lawn either hanging out with their friends or relaxing alone before the bell rang and the doors opened for them to go to class. The gate opened to let them in.
Al's chattering the whole ride there about mundane things that happened recently and claims about being a hero, was getting on Matthew's nerves. Unable to take it anymore he finally snapped. "Alfred, would you shut the hell up? No, one cares about what you say. The bragging about being a hero or how you flirted with some girl or whatever new video game you beat. Also, you already seem idiotic enough without having the unimportant, unrealistic, and overtop notions driveling out of your mouth, tipping the scale into uncharted levels of idiocy. You are just an overly preppy hero wannabe that can't keep his nose out of people's business, and that cannot tell when he is not wanted." Matthew yelled, which to most people sounds like a loud whisper.
No one heard Matthew other than Alfred, who sported a look of being kicked repeatedly in the stomach, his eyes shined with unshed tears. His blue eyes were watery, and his lips were in a pout. They trembled at a furious pace. He seemed as if he were trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall, to show that he was as strong as his boasting made him out to be. Alfred looked down pathetically, right afterword. Matthew on the other hand, had a look of fury in his eyes and a calm sort of cruel satisfaction that showed on his face. He turned away from his brother; a smirk was already in place. He felt no regret but a weird and compelling sense of joy from the blow that he had dealt. 'Stupid yank and his beliefs, he should be kicked off of his pedestal every day. Then he wouldn't act so high and mighty all the time. But that shouldn't be a problem much longer anyways.'
They finally reached the drop-off area in front of the school building, where their dad pulled up and turned to see them off. He noticed that Al had his head lowered as if in shame and there were quiet sniffles coming from the boy. A look of concern flitted across Arthur's face, Matthew's fury escalated at this, before his traditional scowl took place again. Before being able to ask what happened the kids had escaped the car yelling "Goodbye" and "Love you" over their shoulder, Francis called back "Au revoir, je te adore."