Chapter 1 Eva Jones, the girl who played with fire.

No, this wasn't going to be fun.
Or, at least that's what the sixteen-year old thought, anyway.
Eva waved her parents goodbye. They gave a non-commital ' g'bye ' back, and spun off in their blue van, leaving dust in their wake.
She hoped to all the stars in heaven that she was going to have an easy time here. Bullworth was easily the worst boarding schools in America, but Mr. Crabblesnitch, the oblivious headmaster, covered it up with lies and made Bullworth's image marginally better, And so, her parents sent her here. Why? Because obviously she was a problem child, and she needed 'discipline', or so they called it.
'Discipline my ass...I'm dead meat here...'
An elderly woman seemed to walk up to her, disturbing her thoughts. She walked through the open gate and tapped Eva on her shoulder, disturbing Eva's fantasy about setting the building on fire.
"Ms. Jones, I presume?"
Eva whipped around, apologizing and regaining her composure. The woman introduced herself as , apparently intent on getting Eva to the office to meet Mr. Crabblesnitch quickly, for whatever reason. The old woman chirped on and on about how she was going to have such a fun time here (HAH). Of course it sounded forced, and so was the smile on her face. Eva didn't blame her. Being the staff meant you had to talk good about Bullworth, or else out the door you went.
Eventually she led Eva through the double doors into the main school building, where students were busy collecting their books from the lockers, or just chatting in the hallways until a prefect caught them and took them to class. The students went all silent and stared at her liked she had just grown fifteen heads;Eva stared back at them. One boy, a short and muscle-built redhead with a couple earrings on his left ear caught her eye.
'He's probably going to be the first one who beats me up...he looks like on helluva trouble-maker.'
She flipped her long, fiery red hair carelessly and shot an icey glare at him,and he glared back at her like he was going to throw a knife in her face any second.
At this point she was worried, not brave, like she wanted to be. '.2 miliseconds into the school year and already I've got a potential enemy. New record...' She thought grimly.
She looked away eventually and the students milled about like they usually did. But she never felt his glare move from the back of her head. It was only when she disappeared in the corner that she felt safe.
Eva was led into a nicely-furnished room, which looked new and fresh, as if someone had just moved in. A fire was dancing in a brick fireplace in a corner. was sitting in a comfortable chair behind his desk. He gestured for Eva to sit down beside him. She did as she was told, noticing that the chair wasn't as comfortable as Mr. C's was.
"Ms. Jones, what a delight of you to come to our school!"
"Um..." She wasn't exactly sure how to respond to his cheery,oblivious disposition, she wasn't used to people acting that way when people were around her.
Crabblesnitch didn't look as if he had heard her mumble. He continued. "Now, before you officially begin school, there are a few things we have to : Apparently you have been expelled over an incredible amount of schools, almost as much as James Hopkins..."
Seriously? His tone of voice suggested he was talking about the weather for God's sake...
'Sure you old sod, rub it in that I got expelled from six-and-a-half schools (the half being a homeschool, which she her mother considered as a last resort after five failed attempts. The homeschooling was no different)' And whoever this James kids was, she definetely didn't want to meet him.
"...Don't tolerate any form of mischief or misfits at this school, do I make myself clear? If you want to stay in Bullworth, you are going to make an effort and not allow this to be like your other...attempts...at an education." He cleared his throat, realizing that over his monolouging he had grown from cheery to sarcastic. "Ahem...now, on the chair to your left is your school uniform, which you will be expected to wear on weekdays..."
Eva looked at the uniform. A horrible, grey skirt and a white blouse. The skirt looked as if it came mid-thigh, which in her opinion was ugly and just a bit perverted.
The rest of his speech talked about mainly what to do, where to go, when classes were, stuff like that. She left with a new bookbag and her uniform, and headed to the girls dorm.
As soon as she walked outside, she noted how...trashed the place looked. But if it weren't for the huge amount of Gremlins&Grotto's cards and the lost homework pages scattered everywhere, it would've looked like a pretty good guessed that at one point it was like that, and Mr. Snitch was mentally stuck in the time when everything was perfect.
Eva tends to get lost in her thoughts, and sometimes she bumps into people. But a pole of all things...
She smacked her forehead on the cold metal and fell on the ground. She immediately sat up and cradled her head. "...ugh..."
She heard a female voice snicker. Eva stood up, ignoring the pain and whipped around. She glared in every direction, not seeing the offender.
"Over here, girlie."
How had she not seen a girl leaning on that very same pole freaked her out just the teensiest bit. The girl was black, with frizzy, blonde hair that covered half her face. She had on menacing steel-toe boots, skull earrings, and a spiked leather jacket.
"You okay, there? That sounded painful, yaknow." She spoke with a thick boston accent. Despite looking like was going to start a fight, she was genuinely concerned.
"Um...yeah..I think so...ugh..." Eva shook her head slightly and looked up at her, ignoring the dizziness.
"Name's Roxianna. People call me Rox. What's yours?"
Still recovering, she replied, "Eva. Eva Jones. I'm um...I'm heading to the girl's dorm..."
Roxianna smiled. "Maybe I can help you there...I haven't got a roomate yet, so maybe you can move in with me!" Rox seemed excited about the prospect of having a roomate. Again, despite her spikey look, she was bubbly, to say the least.
Roxianna chatted with her the whole way there; it was mostly a one-sided conversation. Eva liked her, but God, was she talkative. Well, she figured out that they were in the same grade, so at least she wasn't wandering the halls alone. They got to their dorm soon after. A couple girls were chatting along the walls, giggling at something a blonde, preppy chick said. Gossip, probably.
The walls were pink, but at least the dorm room was big enough to have some leg-room. Two beds lined the wall and the wall opposite, and a small window for some light. Rox had lined her side with posters of rock bands, most of them punk. Her side contrasted with the rest of the room, making the right side seem horridly blank.
"Well, here it is...the ol' dorm. Ain't gonna get much bigger'n this." Rox plopped down on her bed. The clock on the wall read 6:47.
Things were quiet for a few awkward seconds. Apparently Rox couldn't stand awkward silences, becuase she began speaking up just as things were getting a bit uncomfortable. "So, bein' new here an' all, I suppose you wanna know what Bullworth's all about, huh?"
Eva grinned and nodded wordlessly, then sat down on the bed beside her.
"Well, There are five groups here: Nerds, Preppies, Jocks, Greasers like me, and last but not least, Bullies. Nerds, they're basically food for everybody else. They get picked on constantly. If you ever wanna be a nerd, ya gotta be careful. Preppies...they're the type that brag about how much money they've got , actin' all pompous and ruining everyone's fun. Word of advice. Don't hang with th' preps unless you are one, which means if you haven't got th' cash, they don't want you. Greasers...People like me. Tough crowd, but we don't bully you much if y' don't bother us. We're the guys y' see hangin' out on th' street, with a motorcycle, most likely at a bar. And finally, Bullies." She spat in contempt. "They used to rule th' school, until Ol' Jimmy came and crushed them. They're the guys who, well, bully. I'm sure it's self-explanatory."
Eva must have looked slightly worried, because Roxianna tried to comfort her. "Hey, s'gonna be fine, don't worry, with me, no one'll dare touch ya!" Both girls smiled at this.
Surprising herself, Eva spoke up. "Who's Jimmy?"
"Ah, him...well, he's basically king o'tha school now. Ya see, there was this crazy kid named Gary Smith...He was all about ruling th' school. Bullies were everywhere and causing all kindsa chaos...more than usual,and Gary was behind it all. Soon, Jimmy Hopkins put a stop t'that." Hopkins...hopkins...where had she heard that before? "So now, he's basically worshipped."
"Huh..." She replied, thinking it over. They had talked for another hour or so (time goes by with a new friend). She learned that Rox had been here for two years, counting this one, and was considered mildly popular. She also had a tattoo of a cross on her chest that she got for her sixteenth birthday.
She had a new friend, that was good, but she swore she could feel a glare pierce the back of her head every time she was alone. It was just her thinking, and her mind playing tricks, but she honestly didn't want any trouble. Making enemies wasn't the best of ideas. But how was she going to avoid getting beaten up in this particular school all year long? That was practically impossible.
It was possible that she was worrying too much. Why was she paying so much attention to him? She would never know. But it worried her. And with that thought she climbed into her bed at 9 PM and went into a dreamless sleep.
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