Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [2b/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 21:04:23 UTC
After class, Arthur found himself wobbling over to the teacher’s desk, standing awkwardly in front of it as the teacher looked him over.
“Arthur...” he finally spoke up, catching the Brit’s attention. “May I know why you are so adamant in sleeping in every single class?”
Arthur was about to proudly object that he didn’t sleep in history that day, before he realized that that wouldn’t help his case at all. Instead, he just looked at his shoes.
“I’m just... tired.”
“Obviously. Now tell me why.” The teacher leaned over his desk and crossed his arms.
“Lots of homework, and college kids next door.” Arthur lied through his teeth, crossing his arms in embarrassment.
“I’m sure that’s not all. Is everything alright at home?”
“Yes, yes, everything’s just peachy.” Arthur muttered, wondering if Americans could read sarcasm between the lines easily. He was a master at subtle sarcasm and quite enjoyed it, frankly.
“You know, if something is wrong, we have many counsellors and social workers here, I’m sure you could-”
“Yeah, yeah, seek help and whatnot. Now am I getting detention or not?” the blond cut in, tired of hearing the same speech over and over again. Why did everyone imply that he needed help?
“Maybe because you do.”
He never listened to the voices in his head anyways.
“Well, I was informed during lunch that you slept during two of the four classes this morning, so I’m afraid I’ll have to give you detention with your third offense. Stay after classes for two hours today and copy the dictionary. I’m sure you’ll find yourself compelled to avoid future behaviour like yours afterwards.” The teacher grabbed a detention slip and started filling it out.
“Uhhh, today?” Arthur gulped down, blanching. “I can’t, today. We’re Wednesday, right? I have to be home right afterwards on Wednesdays.”
“Well then, maybe detention on a Wednesday will teach you not to fall asleep in class anymore.” The teacher shrugged and kept filling out his form.
“N-No! I mean, I really, really have to be home. I’m already running late.” Arthur bit his lip, knowing he’d regret the sudden idea that popped into his head. “How about I do double, but tomorrow? I can stay four hours after class, just give me detention tomorrow, not today.”
The teacher stopped and raised a disbelieving brow, staring at him. Arthur didn’t buckle under his gaze and gulped down nervously.
“Seriously. I have to go right now for today, but I’m free tomorrow. Please?” he asked, putting his best innocent-child-pleading-his-parents-for-that-expensive-candy-across-the-street look on his face.
The teacher inspected him a while longer, then sighed, grabbing a new slip to fill out.
“Fine. Four hours, tomorrow. Be there.”
“Yes sir.” Arthur nodded, allowing himself a small mental cheer for the small victory of the day.
“Stay put until I write your slip.” The teacher instructed before turning to look behind me. “Now. Yes, Alfred? You’ve been standing there for quite a while now. Is there something you needed?”
“Finally!” the cause of Arthur’s many troubles stepped forward, putting up a work document. “I had a question about tomorrow’s lab exam. Titration, and all that jazz.”
“Yes, just a moment.” The teacher finished his new slip and handed it to him with a nod. “There you go. Have a nice day, Arthur.” He wished before turning back to Alfred.
Wordlessly, Arthur spent no more time in heading towards his locker to pack and leave school. In an effort to keep his mind awake during his twenty-minute walk home, he started thinking back.
Okay, so there was this one formula he didn’t understand in math... There was a chemistry lab exam tomorrow... He had to mentally prepare himself for P.E on Friday... And Alfred.
Life is a Beautiful Nightmare [2c/?]
anonymous
July 24 2011, 21:06:25 UTC
Oh that annoying bratty snitching obnoxious handsome-
“Oh no no no no no. You take that back right now , Arthur Kirkland.” He muttered to himself, looking both ways before crossing the street. There was no way that that stupid American could be anything close to handsome.
Sure, his hair was always so perfectly golden, and his eyes sparkled in the light. Sure, his body moved gracefully during swimming class and squared when he went to American football practice after school. Sure, he looked like a god on Earth and-
Oh no. He did not just go there.
“It’s official, I’m delusional.” He groaned, shaking his head. “Maybe I should really consider getting at least some sleep tonight.”
His brain threw a party inside his skull at the prospect of it.
The long sentences in italics are thoughts. It doesn't say whose, but it's quite easy to tell. Oh, and Arthur talks to himself a lot. Poor thing's just lonely, I guess xD Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow~
“Arthur...” he finally spoke up, catching the Brit’s attention. “May I know why you are so adamant in sleeping in every single class?”
Arthur was about to proudly object that he didn’t sleep in history that day, before he realized that that wouldn’t help his case at all. Instead, he just looked at his shoes.
“I’m just... tired.”
“Obviously. Now tell me why.” The teacher leaned over his desk and crossed his arms.
“Lots of homework, and college kids next door.” Arthur lied through his teeth, crossing his arms in embarrassment.
“I’m sure that’s not all. Is everything alright at home?”
“Yes, yes, everything’s just peachy.” Arthur muttered, wondering if Americans could read sarcasm between the lines easily. He was a master at subtle sarcasm and quite enjoyed it, frankly.
“You know, if something is wrong, we have many counsellors and social workers here, I’m sure you could-”
“Yeah, yeah, seek help and whatnot. Now am I getting detention or not?” the blond cut in, tired of hearing the same speech over and over again. Why did everyone imply that he needed help?
“Maybe because you do.”
He never listened to the voices in his head anyways.
“Well, I was informed during lunch that you slept during two of the four classes this morning, so I’m afraid I’ll have to give you detention with your third offense. Stay after classes for two hours today and copy the dictionary. I’m sure you’ll find yourself compelled to avoid future behaviour like yours afterwards.” The teacher grabbed a detention slip and started filling it out.
“Uhhh, today?” Arthur gulped down, blanching. “I can’t, today. We’re Wednesday, right? I have to be home right afterwards on Wednesdays.”
“Well then, maybe detention on a Wednesday will teach you not to fall asleep in class anymore.” The teacher shrugged and kept filling out his form.
“N-No! I mean, I really, really have to be home. I’m already running late.” Arthur bit his lip, knowing he’d regret the sudden idea that popped into his head. “How about I do double, but tomorrow? I can stay four hours after class, just give me detention tomorrow, not today.”
The teacher stopped and raised a disbelieving brow, staring at him. Arthur didn’t buckle under his gaze and gulped down nervously.
“Seriously. I have to go right now for today, but I’m free tomorrow. Please?” he asked, putting his best innocent-child-pleading-his-parents-for-that-expensive-candy-across-the-street look on his face.
The teacher inspected him a while longer, then sighed, grabbing a new slip to fill out.
“Fine. Four hours, tomorrow. Be there.”
“Yes sir.” Arthur nodded, allowing himself a small mental cheer for the small victory of the day.
“Stay put until I write your slip.” The teacher instructed before turning to look behind me. “Now. Yes, Alfred? You’ve been standing there for quite a while now. Is there something you needed?”
“Finally!” the cause of Arthur’s many troubles stepped forward, putting up a work document. “I had a question about tomorrow’s lab exam. Titration, and all that jazz.”
“Yes, just a moment.” The teacher finished his new slip and handed it to him with a nod. “There you go. Have a nice day, Arthur.” He wished before turning back to Alfred.
Wordlessly, Arthur spent no more time in heading towards his locker to pack and leave school. In an effort to keep his mind awake during his twenty-minute walk home, he started thinking back.
Okay, so there was this one formula he didn’t understand in math... There was a chemistry lab exam tomorrow... He had to mentally prepare himself for P.E on Friday... And Alfred.
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“Oh no no no no no. You take that back right now , Arthur Kirkland.” He muttered to himself, looking both ways before crossing the street. There was no way that that stupid American could be anything close to handsome.
Sure, his hair was always so perfectly golden, and his eyes sparkled in the light. Sure, his body moved gracefully during swimming class and squared when he went to American football practice after school. Sure, he looked like a god on Earth and-
Oh no. He did not just go there.
“It’s official, I’m delusional.” He groaned, shaking his head. “Maybe I should really consider getting at least some sleep tonight.”
His brain threw a party inside his skull at the prospect of it.
The long sentences in italics are thoughts. It doesn't say whose, but it's quite easy to tell. Oh, and Arthur talks to himself a lot. Poor thing's just lonely, I guess xD Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow~
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I love you, author!anon! This is wonderful and exactly what I was looking for. I can't wait for the next part to go up :)
Thank you again for writing this!!! <3
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