Prologue
To start it simple, my name in Tinker. My friends call me Tink, so I hope you respect my wishes and do so too. I'm arrogant, yes, but I'm straight forward. So sue me. I have short black hair spikes in a pixie cut. No, I am not a pixie, so forget whatever it is your thinking. I'm 5' foot 5' tall and if you laugh, I'll personally kill you. I have a curvy figure that every girl wants, though the guys actually like to see them. The only way they can even get a glimpse is to bend down. Then resulting with my fist in their chummy little faces.
Oh, and I go to a boarding school. I know what you're thinking. Typical hot guys and smug, preppy chicks. We do have the fair amount of quiet people that nobody pays attention to though. But the quiet ones are the ones that cause the most trouble. Well, here they do anyway. See this isn't just any boarding school. This is a confinement centre. Only the deadly of the deadliest of teenagers go to this school.
I personally hope that we all can get along well.
Okay, so there are rules to follow. Three of which are mine, and a number in which are the schools and the students. This is how it's going to work. When I introduce someone, I'll give the four oh one of their disciplinary and the rules in which they hold themselves. All you have to do is listen well, and you'll survive well. I hope that you won't end up in my situation, but if you do, I feel very keen on meeting you. Oh, yes, I do.
Wipe that smile of your dial. I really- don't- know why you're smiling, and if you laugh, to hell with you. Something's clearly wrong in that head of yours. But then, I guess that's how you got yourself in here. I have introduced myself, so I think it's time for you to learn my rules and disciplinary.
First of all- You don't talk unless being talked to. You do not make me mad whatsoever.
Secondly- When you're warned to stay away from me, you listen carefully and do as your said. DO not break this rule.
And last of all- You do not openly attack me. I do not go easy on newbie's, but I go harder on those who are already here.
My disciplinary profile? Well, they call me the fighter. I kick, I punch, I bite. I scream and screech and I cause trouble. I am a band. A band you ask? The bands are the few of us that wear tracking collars that disable our body if we run or fight. I'm one of the quiet ones, sometimes. These bands send an electric current through our bodies that paralyse us.
It's complete torture. But they don't care. And neither does that new kid. He's a band. I know what you're thinking, he's new! But apparently he's deadlier than me. I know right, me? Everyone thought I was arrogant and stuck up, but boy, you should see this kid. This guy gives a new meaning to my profile. Little did I know that he'd be changing my profile completely.