[Mayumi Villanueva]
I watched as Arthur Kirkland fought with Francis Bonnefoy.
Arthur was wearing his usual cotton tan vest and white button-up shirt. His royal blue tie was tucked under his tan vest, which matched his royal blue dress pants. His blond hair was as messy as ever, his emerald shade of eyes shone in anger.
Francis Bonnefoy was wearing a similar to Arthur’s, with the vest replaced by a buttoned blue suit jacket. His shoulder length wavy hair was tied with a royal blue ribbon, his violet eyes shining with malice and arrogance.
This was a daily occurrence.
I then eyed a couple over near the bookshelves. Alfred Jones and Kate Williams.
Kate was sitting in one of the Chaise lounge, trying to read a book that was placed on her lap. Her long blond hair reached her waist and tied in two low ponytails, her bangs held in place by various red hair clips. She was blushing red and tried not to faint, as she was very shy and faint-hearted. She wore a red plaid skirt that reached from above her waist to mid-thigh, red suspenders with several various hair clips. She wore a long sleeve white button up under that, her black tie matching her black shoes.
Alfred was wearing something like Francis, his suit jacket un-buttoned. He had messy blond hair, but not as messy as Arthur’s, and wire-rimmed glasses over his blue-violet eyes. He hovered behind Kate, trying to hold a conversation with the blushing and stuttering Canadian girl.
I giggled at this. It was so obvious that Alfred liked the girl and vice versa.
I directed my attention to the two girls at the window sill.
Leilani Jones and Alyssa Jones wore similar outfits.
Alyssa Jones wore a red plaid skirt that reached from above her waist to mid-thigh, red suspenders included with several buttons with different logos. She wore a shoulder length white button up under that, her black tie matching her black shoes. She wore knee-high socks and a red ribbon in her light brown hair. Her light brown eyes filled with concern as she looked at her sister.
Leilani Jones wore the same thing, her sleeves a few inches longer and her suspenders free of anything. She had a black band covering part of her forearm. She wore a red hibiscus near the base of her ponytail, her black hair reaching mid-back. She sat on the window sill, her back resting on the window pane, as she looked out at the gloomy bleak and dreary scenery outside. She seemed to have a forlorn look in her dark blue eyes, she seemed to be missing someone.
“Dia Duit! What are you doin’, cailín?” I heard a familiar British accented voice call.
I chuckled “My name isn’t cailín, Andrea” I replied.
She shrugged “Eh? So?”
I giggled at this as my sister, Malaya Villanueva, shook her head.
Andrea O’Connor hated the uniforms we were forced to wear and wore a mixture of the girl and the boy uniforms, which aggravated her brother who was Arthur. She wore a completely black skirt that ended mid-thigh and a white button up. She then wore a blue suit jacket, claiming to hate the girl version which was pink (I tell her it comes in red, but she never seems to listen). For footwear, she wore knee-highs and blue converse with black splatters. For her hair, she wore her usual waist long orange hair in a high pony tail, her bangs out of the way with the help of a clip on the top of her head.
My sister, older than me by a few months, wore something similar. But she was lacking the suit jacket and she wore black suspenders, which was free of anything. Her hair was in an intricate French braid, done by Francis of course. She wore black combat boots and under her skirt, she wore black leggings.
I wore a simple outfit. The red plaid skirt, without suspenders, and the shoulder-length white button up with the vest. I then had red elbow-length fingerless gloves on. Then came my black knee-high converse. I wore a chain on one side of my skirt, the chain reaching a bit below my skirt.
I looked at my sister once again as she held up her whiteboard, on it scribbled ‘You guys are weird’
I just laughed. My sister was scared of talking because she’s scared of saying the wrong things. I mean, she could write the wrong things too. But I didn’t tell want to tell her that.
Andrea looked at me suspiciously “You thinkin’ of the Italian, eh?”
A pink hue started to appear on my face “Wh-What Italian?”
My sister chuckled and Andrea smirked “Your boyfriend of course!”
“He is not my boyfriend!” I playfully hit Andrea’s shoulder. I then silently added “Although I wish he was”
My sister giggled as Andrea pointed at me accusingly “You jus’ said ‘Although I wish he was!’”
“Although I wish he was here! That’s what I meant!” I cried.
Suddenly the door slammed open, gaining everyone’s attention.
“Ah! Grande Fratello! Li ho trovati!”
I immediately look at my sister, who was blushing and grinning like and idiot.
Suddenly, Romano appeared beside his brother “Oi! Non si può semplicemente scoppiato in una stanza, idiota!”
My heart seemed to stop.
He looked at me and I gave a slight smile. He just huffed and he looked away, calling for someone down the hallway.
I guess we were still fighting.
Gilbert, Ludwig, Kiku, Feli, Roma, Antonio, and a girl I’ve never met came in the room. The new girl seemed to stick near Gilbert more, seemingly shy. But she also seemed to be debating on if she should stick to Gilbert or Romano, since she kept on looking back and forth.
Maybe it was Alfred’s chainsaw?
Wait, did I mention Alfred had a chainsaw?
