A/N: Hi everyone, so I have an important rant to make, so please listen/read, and then move onto the scenario.
So, it has come to my attention, after reading another author's rant, that a lot of people in high school and even middle school are stressing over college and having to decide what to do with their lives. Which, is basically the lecture we receive from adults. But I'm going to tell you all the truth; you don't have to know.
Take this from a high-schooler, you don't, and I repeat, don't have to know what you want to do with your life while still in high school or even middle school. Life, is like being in the middle of a vast ocean with no land in sight, where you don't know which way is which. All you know for sure is this; if you pick a direction, you'll hit land eventually, whether that land represents a goal in life or even just the end of life. And even after you pick a direction, there's always time to reverse or change direction. But know this; whatever direction you pick, you're bound to make a few turns and encounter some bumps along the way, so take my advice: close your eyes, take a deep breathe, and soldier on.
Okay, thank you all for listening to that rant that I made after hearing a middle-schooler breaking down a bit over this whole life decision deal.
And this is told from his view. Enjoy~
America
I was heroically returning home after getting a ton of food from McDonald's and a new video game that I couldn't wait to play!
Anyway, once I got back, [name] didn't come welcome me home which is weird because I'm her heroic husband who needs welcome home hugs and kisses. But then I heard the sound of something break upstairs. Being the hero I was, I quickly ran upstairs and into the bedroom.
"DON'T WORRY DUDETTE, I'M-"
"GET OUT ALFIE!" [name] yelled, cutting me off. I tilted my head and looked at her, a blush coming to my face; [name] was topless.
"Wha-"
"OUT!" She yelled, throwing a pillow at me. I turned around and closed the door. If there's one thing that this hero doesn't want to face, its an angry wife. So I waited till she came out, her look saying that my worst fears may have been realized.
"Alfred... if you're going to come in through a closed door, knock first before entering." She said, sounding annoyed. I frowned a bit.
"But I heard a crash." I said. She shook her head.
"That was me dropping my deodorant." She said simply before walking off. I gulped.
'I think I'm going to need either a box of chocolates or flowers to fix this.' I thought, remembering France's advice.
England
I had just left the house and was in my car when I realized I left my laptop in the bedroom. Cursing under my breathe, I drove back, hoping I wasn't disturbing [name].
Once inside the house, I rushed to the bedroom, quickly opening the door when everything went black and I fell to the floor.
"Bloody hell, who turned off the lights?" I asked. I heard a squeak.
"Oh, Arthur, I thought you left already." I heard [name] say. I nodded.
"Yes, but I forgot my laptop in the bedroom, and why can't I see, or get off the floor for that matter?" I asked, trying to get up. I heard a small giggle.
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