A tall lanky boy stands in front of a building, this building happens to be his school, his new school to be specific. He sighs as he shuffles his schedule around in his hands, attempting to further stall his entrance. He gives up and walks into what is now his new home. He is a transfer student to Camelot High School, the most prestigious boarding school in Great Britain. He trudges up the steps and proceeds to fall flat on his face, slamming into the person in front of him, much to said prsons discontempt.
h"Cleanup on aisle nerd." One of the boys shouts, making all the people around him laugh. The lanky boy went rather red and attempted to pick himself up, failing only because of a blonde haired boy pushing him down again. "What are you doing, dork?" The blonde haired boy laughed evilly, kicking the boy down again. A sharp pain shot through the dark haired boys stomach as it was kicked. Over. And over. And over again. He heard some yelling as the crowd parted and an old man pulled him to his feet. The boy stumbled a bit and felt himself being led down the hall as the crowd jeered angrily. He was lain on one of the many cots in what his spinning head recognized as the infirmary. He lay down and fell asleep almost immediately, though perhaps it could be better described as fainting.
The boy wakes up to the setting son and an old man watching him. He sits up abruptly, only to be met by a bad headache. "Careful there lad, you took quite the beating." The old man gestures to the boy, who then noticed he was shirtless. He looked down, seeing shoe shaped bruising along his ribs and stomach. "What was your name again?" The old man asked, turning to face the boy once more. "Merlin." The boy said, attempting to stand. He stumbled a bit before straightening up and looking around for his shirt. "Be careful out there boy, you got a bullseye on your back now." The old man chuckled slightly, before standing and pushing open the door to the infirmary. "Come back if you need anything, my name is Gaius, and Merlin, please be careful." Merlin thanked the man and stepped out into the hall.
As Merlin found his dorm he sighed softly, finally some peace, he thought as he turned the knob. His heart plummeted through his chest as he saw his new roommate. "Oh no, not this nerd, I did not get this nerd as my fucking roommate." The blonde boy from earlier. In your room, laying on one of two beds, with his stuff set up in one half of the room. Merlin sighed, walking, more like trudging, over to his new bed. "Oh come on dork, don't you speak? Don't tell me you're a freak as well as a dork." The blonde boy stood up and sauntered over to the other. "Here, since you apparently have no social skills, i'll start. My name is Arthur. Now, you tell me your name." He said, speaking slowly, as if talking to a disabled child. Merlin spun on his heel and faced his new roommate. "My name is Merlin, I'm not a dork or a freak, and I'm not exactly thrilled to be your new roommate either." He hissed, walking over to his dresser and stuffing a few shirts in some miscellaneous drawer, trying to calm himself down.
Arthur raised his eyebrows and looked at Merlins backpack, his only bag. "Is this your only bag?" He asked incredulously, sitting down on Merlins bed. "Why does that matter?" Merlin snapped, blushing a deep red. Arthur shrugged, "Whatever you say, freak." Merlin glowered, "I am not a freak, prat." He practically spat. Arthur stood up and stepped slightly closer. "What did you just call me?" He growled. "I called you a prat, would you like a definition?" Merlin sighed exasperatedly. Arthur grabbed Merlin by the shirt collar, pushing him up against the wall. "Would you like to stop breathing?" Merlin gulped, attempting to wriggle free from Arthurs grip. "Who do you think you are, the bloody headmaster?" He snarled, spitting in Arthurs face. The taller boy stumbled backwards, wiping his face. "No." He smiled evilly. "I'm his son."