A young boy, by the name of Arthur Kirkland, with dazzling bright green eyes sat in his chair, staring into space. His eyes drooped closed, then fluttered open again; he did this repeatedly, until he heard a voice shout loudly from below.
“HEADS!”
His head whipped around toward the open window to see a young boy standing in a field filled to the brim with gloxinias and a soccer ball flying straight towards his face. That is how he met the boy named Alfred F Jones.
After that whole incident, whereas Arthur had just barely dodged a flying pigskin ball and Alfred had apologised to Ms. Kirkland and Arthur himself, Arthur returned Alfred’s ball, and they became acquainted. “Sorry again about that… my name is Alfred.” Alfred said with a smile …show more content…
Clearly confused as to what the problem was. Arthur looked at him like he was a madman.
“You smacked my hand! I was expecting a handshake, not a high five!” he exclaimed holding his hand close to his chest.
“Oh.. sorry, dude” Alfred said looking guilty, “ I thought you were..”
“It’s fine, just.. Don’t do it again” Arthur frowned. ‘What a savage!’ he thought to himself as he looked at the boy in front of him. However, once he got a good look at the miserable looking Alfred, Arthur felt a stab to his heart. Why did he have to be so… well.. Arthur couldn’t find the right word to describe what Alfred looked like. “Don’t feel bad,” he continued with a slight smile, “we all make mistakes sometimes!”
“Okay” he said, still feeling bad. He had almost killed the boy with a soccer ball, then he slapped Arthur’s hand! He had never felt this guilty! He glanced around the room. There had to be something that he could do that would help him redeem himself! ‘Ah!’ he thought, ‘the flower pot, of course!’
“Wait here.” Alfred suddenly said as he ran out of the room. Around ten seconds later, he arrived back in the house, huffing and holding a single, drooping, yet beautiful daffodil and a gloxinia in full bloom. “There! Do you like
“HEADS!”
His head whipped around toward the open window to see a young boy standing in a field filled to the brim with gloxinias and a soccer ball flying straight towards his face. That is how he met the boy named Alfred F Jones.
After that whole incident, whereas Arthur had just barely dodged a flying pigskin ball and Alfred had apologised to Ms. Kirkland and Arthur himself, Arthur returned Alfred’s ball, and they became acquainted. “Sorry again about that… my name is Alfred.” Alfred said with a smile …show more content…
Clearly confused as to what the problem was. Arthur looked at him like he was a madman.
“You smacked my hand! I was expecting a handshake, not a high five!” he exclaimed holding his hand close to his chest.
“Oh.. sorry, dude” Alfred said looking guilty, “ I thought you were..”
“It’s fine, just.. Don’t do it again” Arthur frowned. ‘What a savage!’ he thought to himself as he looked at the boy in front of him. However, once he got a good look at the miserable looking Alfred, Arthur felt a stab to his heart. Why did he have to be so… well.. Arthur couldn’t find the right word to describe what Alfred looked like. “Don’t feel bad,” he continued with a slight smile, “we all make mistakes sometimes!”
“Okay” he said, still feeling bad. He had almost killed the boy with a soccer ball, then he slapped Arthur’s hand! He had never felt this guilty! He glanced around the room. There had to be something that he could do that would help him redeem himself! ‘Ah!’ he thought, ‘the flower pot, of course!’
“Wait here.” Alfred suddenly said as he ran out of the room. Around ten seconds later, he arrived back in the house, huffing and holding a single, drooping, yet beautiful daffodil and a gloxinia in full bloom. “There! Do you like