I just thought of this a couple of days ago. I had to write it down. So, yeah, here it is.

Chapter One

"Smith! I heard the whole thing. You're expelled! Come untie me boy."

"Yes sir. Sorry didn't see you there."

"You know, I think I may have judged you to unfairly boy. Yes a little rough around the edges but you're a diamond boy. A diamond."

"Thank you sir."

"Now take out the trash would you, Hopkins?"

"My pleasure."

"So it was you who took out this monstrous little wrench, was it?"

"Yep."

"What a hero, a lone wolf…"

"Uh huh…well, no. To be honest sir, I did have a lot of help from my friends. Like this girl, Zoe, she got expelled because she complained about Mr. Burton hitting on her."

"Burton? Well, he's fired! I hope he rots in hell!"

"And a guy named Peter Kowalski. A good friend of mine."

"Never heard of him."

"Yeah well, he keeps quiet. He's kinda shy."

"Shy! The boy must be a genius. Why he should be head of the school!"

"Pete! Great idea. Now about that letter to my mother?"

"What letter?"

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Hands gripped my ankles. I was then pulled across the floor. I felt the hands drop to open the door then back to my ankles. The carpet under me disappeared to be replaced with wood. I heard Ms. Danvers talk to the person dragging me.

"What are you doing Hopkins?!"

"Taking out the trash."

Hopkins? Jimmy? Oh…Jimmy!

Jimmy continued to drag me. I could feel a bump. I struggled to get up but I couldn't find the strength. Jimmy then started to run. Why? I soon knew why. My face felt stairs as it hit every stair coming down. As we got down the stairs I could feel blood flowing from nose. I let a little moan escape my lips. Jimmy froze for a second. He then started to pull me out the door again. He dropped my ankles and opened the doors. I heard cars driving up to the school gates. Shouts from outside were clear.

"What the hell is that?"

"Is it an ice cream truck?!"

"No idiot! It's a van. Look it says, Happy Volts Asylum."

The Asylum! Those morons were sending me to that loony place! I put my hands into fists and slowly getting up with the only strength I could find. I stood up and stared at Jimmy; he was staring at the vans approaching the parking lot. I heard doors slam.

"Look! There are the orderlies!"

"Are they here for Vincent again?"

"I hope so. Nobody wants that scum here."

"I agree with you but that puny kid over there just said they were here for Smith."

"Gary? Smith?"

"Yep."

So they are after me! I flexed my fingers, gaining my strength back. I stared at Jimmy. "Oh Jimmyboy." Jimmy turned around and his smile quickly turned into a frown.

"Gary!" He lunged for me. He grabbed my shoulders and threw me at the wall. The back of my head hit the wall causing my vision to blur for a second. When I could see again, Jimmy thrusted a fist in my face. I quickly ducked down. Jimmy fist collided with the wall. I jumped on Jimmy's back and wrapped my arm around his throat.

"Take this bitch." I tightened my grip and felt Jimmy relax. I threw Jimmy on the ground. He didn't move. I leaned against the wall, drawing in quick breaths. I heard the commotion outside grow louder. I snapped my head in the direction of the door and ran to it. I need to find a way to block it. I looked at my watch. 10:00pm. Good, Ms. Danvers would have gone home and Crabblesnitch would have had to deal with the orderlies. I ran to Crabblesnitch's office and grabbed two chairs. I ran back to the front doors. Jimmy was still on the ground, he hadn't moved an inch.

I placed the chairs under the doorknobs. I walked over to Jimmy. Is he dead? I kicked Jimmy in the side. Yep. I killed him. Well, he deserved it. I grabbed his feet and pulled him behind the stairs. There. The time the cops find him, I would be across the country. I wiped my hands on my Bullworth sweater. I raised a hand to my nose. When I lowered it, the whole side of my hand was soaked in blood. "Damn it Jimmy." I muttered under my breath. I looked at my hand and then at Jimmy. I smirked and wiped the blood across the surface of his Bullworth sweater. I raised my hand again to my nose and smeared the blood on the tips of his fingers. I laughed silently. If I disappear, people will think Jimmy killed me and took my body somewhere and laid down and died. I started to walk out throught the boiler room until I heard the front doors snap off their hinges.

"Gary Smith! We are here for you!"

"Damn it."

What did you think? I wouldn't know because you won't review. So you should so I would know what you think of it. If enough people like it, I'll update. But if not that much people like it, I'll stop updating this and delete it. So yeah, pressure is on you reviewers.