The stares he was used to having were no longer there today.
He looked around him, his green eyes darting everywhere as he searched for someone, anyone, who might be looking or staring at him.
"What is happening? Everything seems odd..", he muttered as he pulled the chair from behind the desk he was assigned to. Just this morning, a series of unfortunate events happened, and his mind still can't accept the fact that his cherished and valuable eyebrows were shaven by a violent Greek who he just wanted to be friends with. He touched where his eyebrows should be, well, he still had his eyebrows, really, but it was thinner now, a straight line sitting upon his forehead. He sighed, it was valuable, to him at least. His eyebrows represented his heritage, his blood as a Brit, a symbol of who he is, a symbol he never once attempted to erase from his existence. And there he is now, thinking to himself as he saw himself earlier from the mirror, This isn't me. I don't look like myself. Who is this I am seeing..
His thoughts were interrupted when the teacher suddenly spoke. "Class attendance, answer if you are present."
The teacher recited the names written on the paper he was holding, students responding in different tones and voices. The Brit sighed again, as he put his elbows on the desk, his mind busy, not realizing that the teacher had already called out his name.
"Kirkland? Arthur Kirkland?"
The students in the class bobbed their head towards the desk of the unknowing Brit, their faces in an expression trying to recognize the stranger they were looking at. Whispers surrounded the room, as the teacher tried to speak above the hushed voices of the class. "Is Mr. Kirkland absent today?", he asked, his voice directing towards the Hungarian who was just sitting right next to the Brit. Her eyes were on the blue, crystalline sky hovering over the school grounds, and her attention was called when the teacher spoke out again. "Miss Hedervary, I believe you are daydreaming again."
Some tried to stop their laughter, and some didn't, making it quite audible for the brunette to reach her ears. She looked over at the teacher standing near the chalkboard, and the Brit who was busy sighing to himself beside her. "He's here, sir.", she pointed towards the Brit, catching his attention as he looked back at the brunette.
"Huh? What?", he asked, and then he glanced at the teacher, who had a confused expression on his face. "That is not Mr. Kirkland, Miss Hedervary.", the teacher uttered in disbelief, whispers around them getting louder as the class looked at them. He had the same blond hair, the same emerald green eyes, the same facial structure, his classmates thought.
But where are the eyebrows?
The Brit was about to retort, when a thought suddenly struck him..
If living a normal life means having days like this, maybe I would rather prefer this kind of lifestyle than living a life of being an "idol".
He remembered the thoughts he had just a day ago, the idea of living a normal life without scrutiny from other people. This brought a smile to his lips, more of a smirk, thinking that he wouldn't let this good opportunity pass and also thinking that it "might" be fun to pull a prank towards the unknowing souls in the room. He coughed twice before he spoke.
"My cousin, Arthur, won't be around today, and as I have heard, the CEO had sent him to study in another school, back in his home country."
The class was full of sighs, especially the fangirls who looked devastated by the sad news of the Brit. The brunette looked at him, wide eyed, as she doesn't seem to understand the reason behind his deceitful words.
"Seeing that it would be a waste of opportunity to study in a foreign country, I took it upon myself to replace him, and also to experience a new environment, if you will.", the Brit uttered nonchalantly, a smirk on his features as he looked at the teacher, obviously gullible to the Brit's made up story. "Well, it seems obvious that that boy wanted more from this place..", the teacher pushed back his glasses, putting back the papers he was holding on the table beside him. "I knew that he would be moving as soon as he got the chance..", he turned his back on them, grabbing a piece of white chalk as an indication that the classes were about to start. He looked back at the Brit before writing on the chalkboard, his eyes curious, as he asked, "Then, might as well introduce yourself then?"
The Brit stood up, his stance formal as the students glanced at the "seemingly" new student.
"Allistair Kirkland. My name is Allistair Kirkland."
The Brit gave them a curt bow, hiding a smirk as he thought to himself..
Maybe this isn't as bad as I thought.