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When I woke up again it was not because of the stupid alarm clock, it was my stomach. Right, I forgot to eat dinner last night. I slowly slid out of my Union Jack blanket. I slowly walked into the bathroom where I quickly brushed my teeth and took a shower. After getting dress in the bathroom and before getting something to eat I looked at myself in the mirror. I slowly took in my appearance. My messy blond hair that always sticks out of place, my emerald eyes was the only thing I liked about myself, my pale skin was really pale who would want someone with that of a pale skin? And then I lean towards the mirror and touched my almost-invisible freckles that decorated my nose. I am so ugly…no one would want me. I'll be living alone in a big house with twelve cats. After sighing, I walked out of the bathroom and walked over to the kitchen where I proceeded to get a piece of toast. Well, at least that's what I wanted to do, but sadly, no, that wasn't it.
"Arthur." Matthew greeted, setting down a plate of pancakes before gesturing that the plate of pancakes was mine. I sighed and sat down.
"Morning Matthew." As I was about to grab the plate, Matthew grabbed it and span it around while pouring a bottle of Maple Syrup on to it before handing it back to me. "Thanks" I mumbled and took a bite out of the delicious pancake. I gotta say Matthew should've become a patisserie; every time he comes over he would make these very talented drawings on them. Even if he was just making swirls on them, you can practically see the whole galaxy in it.
"No problem…So how was your day?" I looked up from the pancakes and gave him a weird look before putting down the fork and wiping my face.
"Matthew, its only 6'oclock how am I supposed to tell you how was my day?" Matthew's eyes widened before chuckling.
"Haha, you're right."
It usually went this way; he always tried to make easy conversations with me before washing the plates and taking me to school. It's always been like this, it's like a daily routine. After all, nothing is new in my life.
"Alright! We better be going!" Matthew said in a voice higher than usual, breaking me away from my train of thoughts. I suddenly realized that I was so into my thoughts I didn't even notice that Matthew was already finished with the dishes and now was getting his coat on and ready to go.
"Yeah." Another day in hell.
When we finally got to school I said see you later to Matthew and walked away towards my first class. As I walked through the halls, I barely noticed someone was speaking to me until a fist met my jaw.
"That's for not listening to me, loser Kirkland." I quietly brought my hands up to touch the injury. "Oi, are you listening? Do I need to punch you again? Geeez, people don't seem to learn these days!" Just shut up!
"I'm sorry." I murmured, not really meaning it.
"Alfred!" Suddenly a high pitch voice popped up. We both turned towards the person who was running towards us, correction Alfred. "Guess what?" A cheerleader, I think her name was something like Sophie, leaned forward to show her breasts. That…attention seeker, but thanks to her Alfred's attention is all on her instead of me. I quietly walked away, towards the bathroom, where relief can be found.
When I reached the bathroom I quickly closed the door unaware that someone was in there. So when I was about to took out my razor someone's hand was on my arm. I slowly turned around.
"You're Arthur-san right?" With that greeting I knew who it was. Kiku Honda, Japanese transfer student.
"Hello." I said harshly. Kiku shrank back at the harshness in my tone.
"S-sorry, but I really think that you shouldn't be doing this."
"What the hell do you know about me?" I snapped, instantly regretting it. I looked away, "I'm sorry."
"It's f-fine. I'll be going now, but Arthur-san?" He stopped, "I really want to be friends with you." With that he left and the late bell rang.
"Friends?" I said bitterly. "Lies." Then again I proceed to "draw" on my skin when again someone interrupted me.
"Loser Kirkland?"
This story is actually going towards where I want. So Arthur and Kiku and will become friends and that's all I can tell you for now.