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Are You Depressed, Alfred
By waterrain
The blond haired teen picked up his bookbag from the floor, he was quiet for a minute, and his teacher was patiently waiting for a reply from him.
"You didn't like my speech."
"Your speech was lovely, but it was a bit morbid."
"If you take away the don't in my speech it becomes pretty positive." Alfred told him. "Instead of we don't care it becomes we care. It's awesome on how taking away one word makes a difference. Besides I wanted my speech to be different from everyone else's."
Mister Kirkland nodded his head and thought maybe he is wrong about his student being depressed. Alfred faintly smiled to himself in victory, placed the dark blue bookbag onto his back, and he looked at his teacher while smiling brightly.
"May I go now?" The blue eyed teen asked him in a cheerful voice.
"Yes, Alfred." Mister Kirkland replied calmly and he briefly wondered why did I ever think Alfred Jones is depressed.
"Have a nice day, Mister Kirkland."
Before Alfred's teacher could say 'Have a nice day' his student was out the door. He walked over, turned off the lights, and about to turn the doorknob when he heard voices.
"I was worried about you, da."
"I had to stay after class and stuff. Mister Kirkland wanted to tell me that my speech was awesome and went into detail."
"You are lying, Alfie. What did you tell him? Did you tell your teacher-"
Alfred's teacher opened the door, he noticed his student leaning against the wall, and saw a tall man standing in front of the teen.
"Hi, Mister Kirkland." Alfred commented quietly, he was looking down at the floor, and after a moment closed his blue eyes.
"Is my son lying about you saying that you believe his speech to be awesome?"
"No, He is not lying. Next week is open house."
"Bye, Kirkland. Let's go home, Alfred." The violet eyed man commented calmly as he firmly grabbed Alfred's wrist, the teen's head was still looking down at the floor, and Mister Kirkland watched as they left. He noticed that Alfred's voice had been quiet, but maybe that is due to the fact his parent was there.
"Alfie, Remember what happened when you told that one teacher five years ago on me?" Ivan asked in a low voice as he opened the car-door for the teen.
"Yes, Ivan." Alfred muttered as he buckled up and looked down at his hands.
"You have no other place to go. I take good care of you, Alfred. I give you shelter, food, water, internet, and so on. I could have put you in an orphanage after your mother died six years ago." Ivan said as he started up the car, glanced at the blond haired teen, and smiled innocently. "I do not ask much of you, Alfie. It is not like you can have a baby or anything."
Please Review and Thank You. Ivan is not related by blood to Alfred. Ivan married Alfred's mother seven years ago and Alfred's mother died six years ago. Any guesses as to what Ivan's does to Alfred?