So this is my 4th chapter, and I want to say that I love everyone who reviewed. And if you didn't, then please do! It means a lot to me. :) I've gotten messaged that the Hungarian translations are wrong, so if anyone will help me fix them, I will be grateful to you forever, and I'm not going to put anymore in until I'm sure that they are right.(If you do help me, I will give you a virtual cookie! And if you want I will do a request for you!) Anyways, on to the next chapter!!!
Kanna's POV:
The desks of the class room were arranged into a big U around a podium in the center of the floor. Posters about different points during the history of the U.S lined the walls, and the textbook read 'American History.' I wondered why. According to the main office, in the U.S, you took American History in Middle School.
Liza and I were the last ones inside the classroom, but luckily the teacher wasn't there yet. We sat down in the only seats left, next to a guy who was drinking tea. I spotted Alfred in the seat across from me, with his arm in a sling, and a couple of band-aids on his face. I was about to ask him what had happened to him, but the teacher picked that moment to appear. The guy stood in the middle of the classroom, told us to call him Mr. Jenkins, and took attendance.
"Alfred Jones," he called. Alfred raised the arm that was not in a sling and said in a very proud voice, "here!" Mr. Jenkins went around the room calling out all the names. It sounded like everyone here was from a different country, if you went by their names. I told Liza this under my breath and she stuttered a little as she said, "Really? I guess that's because this is an international school..."
Mr. Jenkins then told us to ask any questions that we wanted to know before we got started. I raised my hand. "Yes, Ms. Night?" "Why are we taking a Middle School class?" I asked. He smiled. "Well, that is because most of you have never taken this class. It is required here in the U.S, so you have to make it up. Although as I'm told, Mr. Jones went to the office and begged to be in this class." "It's the awesomest class ever!" Alfred shouted. The kid who had been drinking tea snorted quietly and said in a british accent, "There's no such word as awesomest Alfred." They glared daggers at each other.
"We are going to be starting with the Revolutionary War." Mr. Jenkins said. "Please take out your notebooks and take notes." For a couple of minutes all that you could hear was the scribbling of pencils, and the sound of Mr. Jenkins' voice. Then he said something about the Coercive Acts, or as the colonists called them, the Intolerable Acts, and Tea Kid (wasn't his name Arthur something?) shot out of his seat.
"It isn't England's fault the colonists whined over a few little taxes! We had debts that we needed to pay too!!!" The end of his little outburst wasn't directed at Mr. Jenkins, but at Alfred. Alfred stood right up and got in Arthur's face."Maybe if England hadn't been such a jerk about it, the colonists wouldn't have had a reason to rebel!" It was like a boxing match. Arthur responded with "Well, they were just a bunch of idiots! Why would anyone want to secede from England?!" I was pretty sure this fight was leaking into the hallway, and Mr. Jenkins was staring in shock at them. "If the colonists were idiots, how did they beat England?!"
And just like that the fight was over. Arthur's face crumbled, and he turned away from Alfred. I thought I heard Arthur whisper something to himself, something that sounded like "because I couldn't fight my little brother," but I couldn't be sure. Mr. Jenkins pulled himself together and gave both of them passes to the principal's office. The lesson continued in silence, with us listening to Mr. Jenkins drone on and on. I thought about the fight. Why did the Revolutionary War mean so much to them? And why had Arthur said 'because I couldn't fight my little brother?'
That made it sound like he was England… but that was impossible. He'd be like, over 3500 years old. The bell rang and Liza and I filed out of the room with everyone else. I looked at her and asked "Why did they get so annoyed at each other? I've never seen someone who actually cared, outside of museum people." Liza looked at me, and for a second she looked a hundred years old. Like she had seen too much fighting to be worried about this little fight. "Those two are brothers. They always fight. If one of them has this view, the other one automatically takes the other position. It's caused a lot of problems, but they're harmless. They grew up in different ways. Arthur was raised to be prim and proper. Alfred was too, until he changed…We don't know what happened, but suddenly he was all about freedom and cared less for the rules of etiquette then he did for having fun. It drove them apart." Liza finished, and looked a little sad.
"You speak like you've known them a long time," I observed and she smiled again. "Yeah, I have. I've known everyone at this school since we were all born." "Everyone? Really?" I asked and she answered "test me."
We were walking down a hallway and I looked for the most unfriendly face I could see. "How about… him." I said, pointing to the guy walking next to us. "Too easy," Liza said. "His name is Berwald, and he's from Sweden." I pointed to a girl walking ahead of us. "Her?" Liza looked to see who I meant. "That's Natalia, and she's from Belarus. She is also very weird and she's Ivan's little sister." I got distracted from my questions when I remembered something. "Liza, where are we going?" I asked, spinning in a circle to see if I recognized anything. She looked around too. "Oh my gosh!" she gasped. "We walked right by our class!" We took off running and laughing at ourselves, making it to class just in time for the bell to ring.
Throwing open the door, we came face to face with a women who looked like she might laugh instead of giving us detention. "We are sooo sorry we're late!" Liza panted while I leaned against the door frame holding my side. We were farther than we thought from the class and we had to sprint the entire way. Everyone stared at us, including a little kid who was hiding under the teacher's desk. I decided that was important enough for me to mention it.
"Ummmm…. Is there supposed to be a little kid under your desk?" I asked the teacher who looked at me like I was insane. "Peter!" Arthur exclaimed when he saw the kid. "What are you doing here?!" Arthur dragged him out and dusted off his clothes. "I have every right to be here! You need to acknowledge me as a cou-" the rest of Peter's sentence was cut off by Arthur covering his mouth. "Enough of that nonsense!" Arthur turned to the teacher and said, "I'm so sorry ma'am. He's my little brother who is supposed to be in Elementary school back in England right now. I'll take him back to my room." Arthur uncovered Peter's mouth and, grabbing his ear, hauled him out of the room. Cries of "Acknowledge me! Acknowledge me!" floated to our ears. In all the chaos, our being late was forgotten. The teacher went to her desk and took two Advil before starting a lecture that automatically made me want to fall asleep.
As we walked out Liza shook me back into awareness. "Come on, biology isn't that boring." She grumbled as I stumbled out of the room. "Oh, is that what that class was?" I answered her. "It sounded like Gibberish 101 to me." With that thought in our minds, we made it the rest of the day without any more drama. Surprisingly, I had all the same classes as Liza, and it was fun to meet the new people she introduced me to. Dinner passed uneventfully, and I gratefully sank into my bed that night, looking forward to tomorrow. Little did I know…