Blue and Black: A Richard Seymour Story
Okay… deep breaths now… I can do this…
A boy with dark brown hair that hung lightly over his shoulders, silver framed glasses, and wearing an oddly colored outfit that could burn anyone's eyes if not for the unique style, was standing in front of the gates of Bullworth Academy. It was his first time ever going to a private school; or school in general. He was currently trying to calm himself down from excitement. He couldn't wait to experience what ever day kids dealt with. What he didn't know was the school life is full of drama and heartless people.
He shook his head side to side, straightened up, then walked through the academies gates. He took much pride in each step, not at all worried about the glares and stares he was getting from all the other students. He just waved and smiled to those who he noticed and went up the steps, then into the school building. He then briskly walked across the foyer then up two more flights of stairs before he came to the principle's office. Once there, a boring and ugly looking lady gave him a wary look then spoke up:
"What on earth are you wearing, boy?"
The teen chuckled, "You don't know? It's the latest style. Punk looking suits. My father sells them at his famous store, CheetahStripes. I thought I should look formal for the head master."
"Oh…" she grumbled, "Well you can't wear that around campus, that's for sure. My name is Miss Danvers, by the way, and I'm guessing your Richard Seymour."
"Why yes, yes I am." He faked a smile.
"Dr. Crabblesnitch is waiting for you in his office. Just go right in." Miss Danvers stated.
Richard nodded, "Alright, thank you. Oh, and you can call me Rich if you like."
"No, I'd rather not." She grunted.
"Whatever." He mumbled as he rolled his eyes. Bitch… just like the rest of her snoody kind…, he angrily thought.
The doors swung open as he entered the office, alerting a man behind an oak desk. He wore a grey suit with a red tie and white undershirt. His hair was a deep grey, much like his outfit, and had a wrinkled stern look to his face. "Richard Seymour, I presume." He bellowed.
"Yes sir, but you may call me Rich." He grinned.
He hummed thoughtfully, "I'm Dr. Crabblesnitch, the principle of this fine school."
"It's an absolute pleasure to meet you, sir. My brother has told me so much about you."
"Ah, right, your brother Edward Seymour the second. He's a fine prefect. He does well in enforcing the rules around the campus."
Rich smiled, "Oh, I'd imagine. He's been raised to be a perfect rule abider. My father dug that into both of our minds."
"Ah, good" the man turned and faced his glass paned window that looked out into the grounds, "So do you plan on becoming a prefect yourself?"
"Uh, I'm not entirely sure. Unlike my brother, I'm not all that strong or fast…" the teen admitted with a small laugh.
The head chuckled, "You can change that, my boy, through training. Now, I must ask, what on earth are you wearing?"
Rich sighed; he was getting sick of answering that question. His outfit looked perfectly fine: He wore a purple overcoat with dark purple stripes that ran in different directions, with studs going down the collar ending where it buttoned it up, and the buttons were bright warped stars. The vest under it was a vibrate pink and had an array of zippers and tiny chains stitched on it. The undershirt was an orange color with light blue stripes that went horizontally across it. The collar was a deep dark blue and had black polka-dots placed randomly on it. The tie was a brick red and was plaid; the lines on it were grey and forest green. The pants were thickly striped black and white slacks. The shoes looked as if someone dripped all sorts of paint on them; almost every color of the rainbow, and some, where present on them.
The tie was tucked into the shirt and the vest and coat was buttoned up and looked nice and neat, the pants were pressed to perfection, and the shoes were polished four times. What could possibly be wrong with his outfit?
"Sir, this is the latest suit from my fathers clothing line. Have you ever heard of CheetahStripes?"
"Hm… Can't say I have." Dr. Crabblesnitch dully answered.
Rich giggled, "It seems I can't wear this on campus, am I correct? What do we have to wear then?"
Crabblesnitch gave him a stern look, "You have to wear the schools sweater or sweater vest with a white shirt and tan or black dress pants. No amusing little get-up like you have now."
"Oh, I know." He smirked, "I just think it looks so good on me. It hasn't hit the market yet, so I thought I should let other people see it. CheetahStripes is coming to the Vale, isn't it so exciting? I can't wait."
"That's completely off the topic. Now, you do well here, and you will go far. Your uniform is in your dorm. You will be sharing a dorm with Petey Kowalski. He's the head boy of this school, and he will help you adjust. Alright, you can be on your way."
Rich nodded a thank you, and waved a good-bye. He silently walked out, not wanting to talk to the woman any more then already had. He made his way out the building without looking at any of the students. He was determined to get the school life started.