The blond stiffened in his seat in the Lexus. One of his captors turned his shadowed head and smiled at him.
"Well, Roxas? What do you say?"
"Never," Roxas spat.
The driver laughed, her shoulders literally shaking with amusement.
"Oh, Roxas. Really now. You're going to whether you like it or not."
Roxas slumped over in his seat.
The female driver looked at him, narrowing her eyes.
"You're not thinking of disobeying, are you?" she murmured.
The boy let out a pathetic whimper of "no".
"Good. Because that would mean punishment."
"No..." Roxas moaned. "Not-not that..."
"Yes, Roxas," the male said. "You've had it coming for a long time."
"You can't!" Roxas screamed.
The pair looked at him.
"You can't take away my PlayStation 3!"
"Honey, video games rot your brain," his mother said.
Roxas looked at the male, a.k.a. his father, for help. He smiled slightly.
"You won't be playing your PlayStation anyways," he said gently. "You'll be too busy adjusting to your new school."
"NEVER!" he screamed.
"But, sweetie," his mother said coaxingly, "your brothers are there. And think of the new friends you'll make."
Roxas slumped in his seat, defeated.
As the car slowed down, Roxas gathered up the courage to peer outside. The boarding school was...a bunch of horrid, red, rectangular buildings. To picture Radiant Garden Academy, do not picture...well, a radiant, beautiful garden. The only plants save for the ones located in the greenhouse were weeds with the occasional sad attempt at landscaping. Standing in the sea of weeds were bricked boxes used for dorms and classes that managed to cast depressing shadows on everything within a two-mile radius.
Roxas's new school.