Arthur sits on the kitchen stool, waiting for his coffee to cool down. It’s eight o’clock in the morning and he hasn’t been sleeping well consuming remembered the Jerks humiliated him in front of many people on the day which he glad that day was Friday so, he didn’t see them for two days. He winces to the thoughts, “Ah, how could I go to school after that,” He mumbles to himself and he has no glasses for today but with lens on. Arthur lifts the mug up to his lips as he felt the heat radiating off the mug.
He blows, trying to make the cooling process a bit faster before taking a little sip from the mug. The sweetness taste of the coffee seeps down his taste buds, making him relieves. He smiles, savouring the delighting taste of his newly brewed beverage but a knock on the front door has i
