Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [1b/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 02:22:52 UTC
Math was probably the subject Arthur despised most. Not just because the teacher seemed to be stuck on that boring tone of hers, but also because said boring tone was used to explain numbers, equations and graphs, things Arthur had never been fond of. So many symbols, and rules, and exceptions, and god, Arthur just wanted to be an author, not an astronaut!
That would be that kid Alfred’s dream. Not Arthur’s.
Speaking of Alfred.
Arthur turned towards the dirty blond and shot him a disdainful glare, still bitter about what happened that morning. As if he enjoyed missing important classes in favour of sleep. As if he enjoyed going out to the pharmacy to shop for cover-up to use to hide the heavy bags under his eyes. As if he enjoyed being... well, being himself.
Thankfully, Alfred was too focused on the teacher to notice the death glare being thrown at him. His thin brows (unlike Arthur’s) were furrowed in concentration as his sky blue eyes avidly gobbled up everything the teacher was going on about in that horridly monotone voice of hers, and he would occasionally glance down and scribble something on his notes.
And deep inside, Arthur envied him for being able to be so... normal.
Turning his mind away from Alfred (he hated him, right?), Arthur dug into his bag and pulled out some work he’d put off from last night, hiding it under the notes he was supposed to be taking. Might as well get some work done if he wasn’t sleeping.
As he looked at the first paper (something about the swimming club requesting new uniform bathing suits), a wave of disdain swept through him at the thought of the last student council president. It was partly because of him that Arthur had such trouble keeping up with life.
Dave, the last president, had thought that being president would get him all the girls. All it got him, though, was an unending stack of work. So he just quit, leaving his vice, Arthur, in charge.
With the winter dance coming up next month, as well as the regular work that had been put off by Dave, Arthur was starting to drown. So much work, so little time, along with the pressure being put on him at home and the steady flow of homework and exams coming in every single day...
Arthur couldn’t even recall the last time he had time for himself.
Thankfully, the lunch bell saved him, and he sluggishly packed everything before leaving the classroom alone. Maybe he could skip lunch and sneak in a nap in the student council lounge.
The idea of sleep sounded so appealing that he stumbled into the lounge, crashed into the nearest sofa and fell asleep immediately.
Short pointless chapter is short and pointless. I promise it'll get better afterwards. I've written about half the fanfic already, so I'll be updating with one chapter a day. Come back tomorrow for more~
Wow, a second fill!!! You have no idea how grateful I am for this. I really love the start of this, it flows really nicely and I love the little details like trying to finish council work in class and using concealer to cover bags under his eyes. I really like how you're using all these little things to wear him down, it makes it more realistic to me :)
I can't wait until the next chapter! Thank you so much for writing this!!!
That would be that kid Alfred’s dream. Not Arthur’s.
Speaking of Alfred.
Arthur turned towards the dirty blond and shot him a disdainful glare, still bitter about what happened that morning. As if he enjoyed missing important classes in favour of sleep. As if he enjoyed going out to the pharmacy to shop for cover-up to use to hide the heavy bags under his eyes. As if he enjoyed being... well, being himself.
Thankfully, Alfred was too focused on the teacher to notice the death glare being thrown at him. His thin brows (unlike Arthur’s) were furrowed in concentration as his sky blue eyes avidly gobbled up everything the teacher was going on about in that horridly monotone voice of hers, and he would occasionally glance down and scribble something on his notes.
And deep inside, Arthur envied him for being able to be so... normal.
Turning his mind away from Alfred (he hated him, right?), Arthur dug into his bag and pulled out some work he’d put off from last night, hiding it under the notes he was supposed to be taking. Might as well get some work done if he wasn’t sleeping.
As he looked at the first paper (something about the swimming club requesting new uniform bathing suits), a wave of disdain swept through him at the thought of the last student council president. It was partly because of him that Arthur had such trouble keeping up with life.
Dave, the last president, had thought that being president would get him all the girls. All it got him, though, was an unending stack of work. So he just quit, leaving his vice, Arthur, in charge.
With the winter dance coming up next month, as well as the regular work that had been put off by Dave, Arthur was starting to drown. So much work, so little time, along with the pressure being put on him at home and the steady flow of homework and exams coming in every single day...
Arthur couldn’t even recall the last time he had time for himself.
Thankfully, the lunch bell saved him, and he sluggishly packed everything before leaving the classroom alone. Maybe he could skip lunch and sneak in a nap in the student council lounge.
The idea of sleep sounded so appealing that he stumbled into the lounge, crashed into the nearest sofa and fell asleep immediately.
Short pointless chapter is short and pointless. I promise it'll get better afterwards. I've written about half the fanfic already, so I'll be updating with one chapter a day. Come back tomorrow for more~
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I can't wait until the next chapter! Thank you so much for writing this!!!
Much love, from OP <3
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