Oh yes, a collaboration with my best friend in the whole wide world: Katie. She doesn't have a fanfiction account :/ thus, it gets posted on mine.
Addy is my property. Nickole is Katie's. We don't own the Bully characters, nor do we stake a claim on them, blah blah blah. We write for our own amusement.
I sat on this hard bench like so many years before, I crossed and uncrossed my jean-clad legs, pulled annoyingly at my long-sleeved dark gray shirt. Even after all my years at this damn academy, they still made me register, I've been here practically since I was legally old enough to even come to school. It's a dumb questionnaire to determine classes, and I occasionally glanced up to look at all the familiar faces of the members of my "clique" that were sitting with me. Well, I shrugged brushing my dark blackish curls behind my ear, if I don't do the is now, I guess I won't get in and be stuck at my shitty home. So I started filling it out.
Name: Addeline Marie Petrich, not like you don't already know though.
Age: 14.7
Birthdate: October 31.
Academic Records:
Really? Aren't you supposed to have that shit on file?
Best subject:
I would so tell you, but I'd have to kill you.
Athletics
. No.
Family Income:
Are you fucking kidding me?
Mechanical experience:
My dad fixed tractors, cars, etc. when he needs to. I hand him tools. I guess that counts?
Have you ever beaten up a small child?
The courts couldn't prove that.
What is the square root of pi multiplied by the reciprocal of 3.42592?
42 is the answer to the universe.
Do you like pie?
Of course.
Doctor prescribed medication:
My insomnia pills.
Have you any interest in being a prefect?
One of those suited monkeys with a splintered piece of wood stuck up his ass? No thanks.
Do you want to rule this school with an iron fist?
Sure, why not?
Shoe size:
4 ½. Don't mock me.
I yawned handing the form to a guy from my clique, his name was Trent. Sorta cute, but blonde wasn't my type. He took his and my form up staring a little but too long at my semi-existing chest. I flipped him off.
I stared at the paper unblinking, my mind wandering elsewhere. I snapped back to life as a guy walked past me carrying multiple papers touched my ass. I frowned, then looked at what I was supposed to be doing. A form to enter this school, well, judging by the questions it seemed like more of a survey. Either way I didn't want to fill out the damn thing. Well. Here we go, I brought my pen to the paper and started answering the questions.
Name: Nickole Florence Lanceur.
Age: 15.2
Birth Date: I don't know.
Academic Records:
That's classified.
Best Subject:
The subject I'm good at.
Athletics:
Classified.
Family Income:
The money we make.
Mechanical Experience:
Washing dishes via dishwasher.
Have you ever beaten up a small child?
Who wants to know.?
What is the square root of pi multiplied by the reciprocal of 3.425912?
42, ignorant fools.
Do you like pie?
Only when it's good.
Doctor prescribed medication:
Just a spoonful of sugar, to help the medicine go down you know.
Have you any interest in being a prefect:
No.
Do you want to rule this school with an iron fist?
Seeing as I don't actually have an iron fist, no.
Shoe size:
The size of shoe I wear, bitches.
It's official, I'm stuck in this dump. I haven't even been in the place and already I know I'm in some deep shit. No one could blame me right? Who would want to go to such a dull school such as Bullworth? At least I'm not there yet, officially. I'm only at my pa's apartment down in New Coventry.
…
Nevermind, I'm not in New Coventry anymore. See, here's what I think happened. I got walkin'. I got to thinking'. I'm now somewhere else. This happens a lot, so I just go with the flow. There's a big building up over the bridge there, so I guess I should head there. Maybe it's the school.
As I got closer to the entrance I noticed something. A kiddo about two years younger was me was riding a good lookin' bike. So what do I do? Well I start up some good ol' fashion whistling', hook my thumbs in the loops of my loose skinnys, and walked beside the bike. Then…..I side kick him off of it, grab the bike, and ride what few feet were left to travel and hop off.
I would have gone on doing my business, but some short red headed, pig-ish , lookin' fellow was blocking my way.
"Nice."
I stare at him with the look of pure nothingness-then
-BROFIST-
We walk side by side into the school, after getting to know each other's names and stuff first, of course. As we came close to the middle something strange happened. Something very strange.
Some douches in white collared shirts ran up to Jimmy and started pounding on him, and when I mean pounding, I mean WHAILING. You know what I did? I stood there for a second looking at the scene, the slid a foot or two away from it with disinterest. Jim-bow would be okay, you know?
Wrong.
'Ugh so troublesome.'
I yawned as I walked up to this blonde bully fellow and grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him off my mon ami, Jimmers.
"What the fu-"
I punched him in the face and left him to fall as I grabbed Jimmster and proceeded to the main building, or at least I think what was the main building I don't really know, I wasn't looking where I was going and nor did I listen to that whore-ish secretary type lady that "welcomed" us to this dump.
So far, profiles.
That boy is a monster~~!