Chapter 2: A Name to a Face
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"Come on in" Mr. Carriedo called. A boy walked through the doorway; he had brownish blond hair, bright sky blue eyes which were covered by glasses. He had a smile plastered on his face. It was a bit unsettling.
"Hey guys" he spoke up "My name's Alfred F. Jones. Nice to meet all of you." There was one thing I could tell about this guy, definitely American. Just the way he talks shouts it in your face.
"Mr. Jones, why don't you take a seat next to Arthur in the back." Mr. Carriedo suggested.
'Oh goody' I thought 'What the bloody hell am I supposed to do with an American wanker with me? C'mon, life just loves to screw with me why?'
He walked toward me with that grin still there. "Hiya" he started "It's awesome to meet you Arthur, I'm Alfred."
"I'm aware" I mumbled. He plopped into the seat next to me. "The pleasures all mine" I went on faking a smile.
"Hey, do you mind if I share your textbook, I don't have one yet."
"Sure, but keep it down. You are kinda loud."
"Sorry, force of habit." All I could do was sigh at the American teen. "So tell me Artie" Alfred went on "Are you naturally pale?"
"Do not call me Artie!" I snapped. "And no I am not" I went on regaining my composure. "I'm just sick is all."
"Then should you be here? I suggest staying home."
"I hardly call the place I live a home."
"Why?"
"That's for me to know and for you to never find out!" I snapped. Everything between the two of us seemed to go quiet. Which was unnerving because he seemed normally loud.
"Hey Artie" Alfred went on "How about you tell me about your past. I'm very interested."
"Stop calling me that! But fine if you must know, seeing as to how you won't leave the subject alone. Where should I start exactly?"
"How about your family" he suggested.
"Fine. I have a twin sister named Destiny and my parents died some time ago. So now we live with a Russian man." 'More like a devil' I thought.
"What's he like?"
"I don't… want to talk about it. Anyway, what about you?"
"My parents died a year ago. So now I live with my older brother Matthew" Alfred answered "Just the two of us this far. I've had a good life though so no worries? Do you always have cuts and bruises?"
"Yes. I am a bit of a klutz at times so I'll have the occasional marking somewhere" I lied. I didn't want him to know how I was treated at home with the Russian. The less people who knew the better their lives will be.
"Well sounds to me you're an awesome dude, Arthur." I couldn't help but grin. That was the first time anyone I've ever known has said that to me. And trust me I don't get to many of those.
A.N.: Sorry about the short chapter. Things are gonna perk up.