50 Reasons Why

50 Reasons Why Arthur Needs a Schedule

   Arthur's POV

          I hate my brothers. Scratch that, I love my brothers, but I hate living with them. I come from a rather large family, with a hard working single mother, and with five other brothers. The youngest brother, Peter, and I share a room as well as a father who never came back. The rest of my brothers, Alistair, Gavin, Connor, and Seamus, oldest to youngest respectively, are quite rowdy. Some times I feel bad for my mum, Britannia. Peter is the youngest at 13 while our oldest Alistair is 23.

         Most of my brothers have gotten scholarships to some sort of collage. Getting a scholarship is really the only way for any of us to collage. We have very little money, in fact so little we all live in an apartment over the family establishment, the Sorcerers Tavern. There are only four bedrooms which means everyone has a roommate minus mum. Connected to our little corner street tavern /pub, mum bought an inn,The Dark Horse, a year after I was born to make money. Why none of us live there, I don't know, but I guess mother knows best. 

          Alistair works as a bartender at the tavern to pay for collage expenses. So does Gavin and Connor. Seamus works in the inn with my mum. It might not be a fancy living like most blokes would like, but it's  simple and organized like I like it.

         Every day I wake at 5:00 am sharp and make breakfast. Years back we made a deal, that I wouldn't step foot into any kitchen unless I was making breakfast for our little family. This means the only time a day I get to cook is before my brothers get up, which is 6:00. While they eat I normally study until 7:00. At seven I get ready for school and I'm out the door at 7:30 to be at school at 7:40.  I have exactly 50 minutes until school starts (8:30) to socialize with friends and practice for band, I'm in the  school band by the way. I play flute.

       Anyway as you can tell, I like my routines and schedules. I absolutely adore them. I have followed this way of life since I was 12, and have had everything prepared. Nothing changed and I never wanted it to. Every aspect of my 18 and half year old life was planned out to the T. That is until Alfred F Jones and his posse walked in and ruined everything. 

        The first day of school was a busy day for me. I was head of the student consul,  and I  had a million things to do. But it was just like every other year of school, just follow the schedule today, friends tomorrow. That's how I got stuck with the friends I now have. Lukas, Vlad and I have been friends since 4th grade when we started a magic club. No one else wanted to join our cult so every meeting we basically just played D&D. Lukas always won. 

         As much as Lukas and Vlad are my best friends, they are not my only friends. Some how, some where I became friends with a group of boys who called themselves the "Bad Friend" trio, and from there on out I slowly became friends from their groups. To be more specific, Antonio, Mathias, Elizabeta and Roderick. I had met the fools in band years before, but I hadn't befriended them until later. It was an odd group but we were somehow all tied together, especially since we decided to form a punk-rock band we called 'Poisoned Scones', which recently became extremely popular.

        Even this band of misfits is in my schedule. We preform every other Saturday at the old abandoned warehouse that we fixed up. It was a lot of work to put a stage and light in there, but it pays off. Whenever someone wants to play for a crowd of people, they pays us 50 dollars (which we divide evenly) and they profit from the band merch that is bought. But enough about the Sconers, we'll talk more about that later.

       As you can tell, I am very busy. I certainly did not need, nor expect, for little Alfred Jones to walk right up to me during lunch on the second day of school.