Hello everyone,
Basically, this is a rework of the story I wrote at the age of fourteen and never finished. I hope this version is a bit more intricate, interesting and enjoyable for all of you. Any constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you,
Madame Apathy
Disclaimer: I do not own Bully or anything recognisable from Rockstar canon. This story is non-profit.
Chapter 1
"Fighting, bullying, breaking and entering," Dr Crabblesnitch ranted, his voice rising with each step he took pacing up and down behind his desk. How was it that so many students could be involved in all this? "This is not the sort of behaviour we tolerate at Bullworth Academy! You should all know that by now, surely."
In that huge office the students looked almost as though they were at church, each one with their head down. They were even sat as though they were at church: the more prestigious students to the left, leather-clad biker boys with the more intelligent students on the right. He preferred not to call them "nerds", "greasers" or "preps" – why encourage clique culture in the school? Yet while this division was not unusual amongst the students, what did surprise Crabblesnitch was the two students at the back of the room. A notorious trouble maker like young Mr Vincent struck the doctor as remarkably out of place next to such an academically ambitious young lady such as Miss Trudeau.
However, for now the conspicuous couple could wait. This array of bloodied ad bruised children was a much more pressing matter than student romances.
"Disgraceful," the principal announced. "Simply disgraceful. In fact I have half a mind to expel the lot of you –"
A collective gasp practically created a vacuum in the room.
"– and frankly the only thing preventing me is that that would entail removing sixty percent of the student body. Now, evidently there's been things amiss on both sides of this situation," he continued, glancing at Mrs Spencer, a fine-looking woman in an expensive Aquaberry sweater, "so I want a full explanation of everything that's happened to cause this lunacy in my academy."
"But my father bought the library!" Bif Taylor protested.
"Exactly!" agreed Tad Spencer. "Look at my arm! Surely we can agree that these poor people are responsible!"
"Tad Robert Joseph Bartholomew Spencer!"
"But Mother!"
"Even your father would disagree with that logic!"
"No he wouldn't!"
"Well he ought to." Mrs Spencer threw an apologetic glance at Dr Crabblesnitch. "Doctor, I'm not going to press charges against these children, but I do want to be told everything that happened. Frankly, I think that's the least that any of us deserve."
"I agree completely, Madam," said Dr Crabblesnitch, casting his eye over the students. "Don't you, children?"
He was met with silence.
"Excellent. Now, someone explain to me what started this mess."