((Hello my lovelies! So, I've been on a bit of a Bully: Scholarship Edition kick and have been replaying the game and reading as many fanfics about it that my poor heart can take. I've been dying to write something and since my Lord of the Flies muse is on a hiatus (DON'T WORRY I WILL BE FINISHING THE STORY) I decided to start a new fanfic. Get a fresh, clean start and get my brain going. The decision of whether or not I'm going to make this story take place in the actual game's timeline, or if it's going to be after the timeline will be made in the next chapter. But for now, here is the opening chapter! Enjoy! XOXO KimmykimSpicer))

I do not own Bully, or it's characters. I do however own Hillary "Hilly" Rosewood, and any other character I have come up with along the way.

"Who needs any connection to people anyway? They only end up using you, talking shit behind your back, and backstabbing you when you're not useful to them anymore..."

Ever since she could remember, Hillary "Hilly" Rosewood never had close friendships with anyone. It wasn't because of how she was, or how she looked, or even how she acted towards other people. To her, there was really no point to it. Because of her father's work, she and her family were always moving to different places. So close friendships became unimportant to her. Sure, she had friends when she was in school, but not for more than a couple of months at least. Because just when she was starting to build friendships with people, her parents would spring the news on her that they were moving again. Eventually, she just didn't worry about having friends anymore. Staying home in her room on weekends instead of hanging out with her classmates soon became a routine, and she became one of those teenage girls who's life was mostly on the computer. To say she was anti-social wasn't the case. She was more reserved and quiet, keeping to herself. After all, it was better to be alone, then to get close to someone only to be uprooted and taken away from them.

This however, worried her parents. Although they didn't say anything to her directly, she knew. She knew by the talks at night as she took dinner in her room rather than sit with her family every night. She knew by the gentle coaxing her mother always gave when she talked about meeting a fellow classmate's parents in the supermarket and telling her she should get to know them more. Hell, even her father tried to get her to make friends, bribing her with money if she'd just join an after school club or something to make friends. It was as if they didn't understand that it was partially their fault she was like this. But, she didn't hate them for it. She loved her parents very much, and she knew they just wanted the best for her. But still...they just didn't understand.

So, when the time came that her father announced another move, all she could do was sigh and start packing. But this time was different than all the others. This was the last move they were doing. And they weren't moving into any apartment either like they've been doing for years. No, her parents were actually buying a house. And the thought of that actually made her happy. The move didn't take too long; only about a weeks drive or so. She slept through most of it anyway, only waking up when they stopped for bathroom breaks, or to get some food in them. But the last part of the trip, she stayed awake. She watched out her window as cars and people went by on the streets. Her parents said they'd be living in a town called Bullworth, and for the most part, she thought it was a beautiful place to live. Quaint and tight nit in her opinion.

The rest of the day went by quick. The movers unpacked their belongings from the trunk, she checked out her new room, and her family ordered pizza for their first dinner in their new house. For a change, she decided to join her family for dinner, sprawled out on the couch; her laptop resting on her legs, and her dinner on top of a still packed box beside her. Her parent's were thrilled, and they decided that would be the right time to spring some surprise news on her.

"So Hilly, school starts for you tomorrow" her father began, his eyes moving to his daughter who seemed more interested in something she was reading online rather than what he was saying.

"Uh huh, I know. I'll have to unpack my clothes before I go to bed tonight so I have something to wear tomorrow" she replied. Her parents looked at each other. They were both nervous as to how their daughter would react to their news.

"Well dear that wont be necessary. We...already bought you your school clothes..." her mother chimed in. She tore her eyes away from the screen to look at them.

"You bought me new clothes?"

"Well...not exactly..."

Her mother went into another room and came back with a bag. She handed it to Hilly, and when she looked inside, she couldn't believe what she saw. School uniforms. White shirts, blue vests, and blue plaid skirts.

"Mom...Dad...what kind of school do they have here...?"

They looked at each other, then back at her.

"...A private boarding school. It's the best school in this town, and it'll be a good chance to make some friends and have some fun. We're only doing what's best for you dear" they said to her. Hilly wasn't mad or anything. She was just a little upset that they did this without asking her first what she thought.

"...I wish you would have told me before hand..."

"I know honey. Look, it's actually a really good school. And they have a really good art and photography program. We heard that and figured you'd like that. So what do you say, give it a chance?"

All she could do was sign and nod, agreeing with her parents. What was she going to do? Throw a fit? Scream and cry about how they can't do this to her? Threaten not to go and respond to everything with "I HATE YOU!" and "I WISH YOU WEREN'T MY PARENTS!"?
She couldn't do that. She wasn't that type of teenager. Besides, they were right about one thing; art and photography were passions of hers. She couldn't pass up something like that even if she wanted to.

The next morning, she and her parents left early to head to the school. She was already in her uniform, and she hated it. She wanted it to look good, but no matter what, school uniforms weren't her. Her taste was more hipster-ish, and this was nerdy couture. She left her light blonde hair down, adding a blue wide headband to her look, and some light makeup to cover up the bags under her eyes from lack of sleep.

"I look like shit..." she said as they pulled up to the big iron gates of the school. Her parents shook their heads.

"Nonsense, you look beautiful. Do you need any help with your bags?" her father asked her.

"No, I got it. Gotta work up that upper body strength anyway" she joked. They both pulled her into a hug, and kissed her goodbye.

"Give us a call as soon as you're settled in. Or if something isn't right. We'll come right away to get you if we have to" they told her. Kids were walking by, snickering at the gushy goodbyes that her parents were giving her.

"We love you very much sweetie"

And just like that, they were gone. She was all alone, suitcases by her side, in front of this school. But not for long. A middle aged woman, with a stern look on her face met her at the gate.

"Hello there, I'm Miss Danvers. You must be Hillary Rosewood, the new student we were informed about"

Hilly nodded, staying quiet for the most part as Miss Danvers looked her over, giving her a suspicious look. Did she do this with all the students?

"Welcome, young lady, to Bullworth Academy."