I sat slumped over in the back car seat, silent as usual while my mother babbled on about how much she expected from this school. I didn't know much about it. In fact, I didn't believe that mother did either. We had just moved to Bullworth to escape my maniac father. That damn man is a complete sociopath - he nearly tried to burn our house down! Can you believe that?
Anyways, we soon approached the large iron barred gates of the academy. I stepped out of the car, black briefcase in hand, and my denim jacket hanging slightly off of my shoulders.
"Goodbye mom!" I said, waving.
"Goodbye Georgia," my mother replied, "Are you sure you don't want to stay at home? I'm sure it's not too late to cancel out your dorm registration."
"It's alright, mother," I assured her, "I'm sure I'll be fine with the other female students here."
"Okay," my mother said, "Goodbye!"
"Goodbye!" I called to her as she drove off. That poor woman; always feeling that she must fret over me. I know that I have a bit of a checkered past when it comes to fighting with the other students, but though I did doubt these people would be the easiest to deal with, I had hope that I could handle them.
"Are you Georgia Fractum?" a shrill female voice asked me. I turned to see a pale looking woman in a business jacket and shirt, and a short pencil skirt, with her brown hair neatly curled up around the bottom. She looked almost like a secretary. Where this woman came from though, I had no idea. I don't believe that I had heard the gates or any door around here open earlier. But I decided to shrug it off and answer her.
"Yes ma'am," I replied, "I am Georgia."
"Welcome to Bullworth Academy Georgia," the woman greeted, "I am Ms. Danvers. Dr. Crabblesnitch is waiting for you in his office." As she started walking through towards the gates, they seemed to swing open with a loud creak. I didn't know if this was some sort of mechanism or magic, but I never question Ms. Danvers about it.
I followed Ms. Danvers into the main building of the large school, receiving some uneasy stares from other students on the way. Their attire seemed to tell one group from the next by stereotype. One group had blemish filled faces, were ridiculously huge, and wore filthy looking white shirts with the Bullworth crest on it. Guessing from the way they looked, (and how I saw them stuffing a very scrawny student in a trash can as I entered,) those were considered the brutes of the school, otherwise known as bullies. I also noticed who they were bullying. A majority of this group of students were male, (though I did notice one female by the girls' dorm,) some were overweight while some were underweight, and they all had very bad posture as did I. They wore green vest and glasses, had nervous expressions when the bullies approached them on their faces, held many books and I think I even saw one with his pants unzipped. I knew by stereotypical fact that they were the nerds. I saw what I determined were the jocks, another group of three oversized men in sports jerseys and football jackets that were beating and laughing at a poor overweight nerd at the bottom of the stairs. Then I saw a few cliques that I did not recognize from former schools. I saw a group of boys with black leather jackets and at least one with a demin jacket, similar to mine, with the majority of them keeping cigarettes behind their ears. Each of them had particularly greasy hair, that almost seem to shine in the fall sunlight (which I found quite disgusting). I forgot what they were called though. I also saw a group of stuck up looking men, (and one girl,) all in blue vests. I believe they were called preppies by their proud demeanor, refined looks, and how they kept a large sum of money sticking out of their back pockets. They took one look at me, stopped, and glared at me for a moment before moving on. They had a burning hostility in their eyes when they stared at me. I wonder, I wonder, why would they do that? I also saw some students that wore gray vests and pants, who seemed to walk casually by the violence, though some were being bullied as well. Were they apart of a clique? At first I thought they were apart of some sort of clique for midgets, but then I noticed it consisted of more than just little children.
Ms. Danvers and I finally made it to through the carnage of bullying, abuse, and the disgusting litter everywhere and headed up the stairs in the main building to the front office. "Dr. Crabblesnitch is waiting for you," Ms. Danvers finally spoke after the silent trip, "He's right through there." She pointed at a door towards the back. Leaving my bag leaning against her desk, I walked through the back door, wondering what kind of headmaster would let this mayhem happen.
I had to admit, the headmaster and his office did not look as bad as I had expected. The office seemed rather clean, a little stuffy but nice. Inside was a man whom I presumed was Dr. Crabblesnitch. Dark hair, about in his 50s, five o'clock shadow in a dark brown suit; he looked like the kind of man who people might see as a headmaster. But what kind of headmaster is he to let his students behave so wildly?
He looked up from his paperwork and noticed me as I entered. "You must be the Fractum girl, yes?" he asked. I nodded silently in reply. "Have a seat." he told me. I obeyed, sitting in one of the wooden chairs in front of his desk. "I am Dr. Crabblesnitch," the man introduced himself, his arm outstretched for a handshake, "Welcome to Bullworth Academy."
I shook his hand. "Georgia Fractum," I replied, "A pleasure to meet you sir." I actually thought that at first, but then as he continued talking, I found it to be less and less of a pleasure.
"I've seen from your records that you've been into some trouble in your old school," Dr. Crabblesnitch informed me, "Forgery, violent activity, vandalism..."
"Sir, I know I've made quite a few mistakes before," I interrupted, trying to sound as polite as I could, "But I assure you Dr. Crabblesnitch, I've changed for the better." I never did behave the best in my old high school. As I said before, I had a checkered past. I had gotten into many fights before, I had forged my mother's signature on a few bad report cards. But the vandalism was actually an accident when a boy swung me against the school's trophy case and broke it. Though I was the one being swung around and even after the accident he decided to stab my arms with the broken shards of glass, I was the only one blamed. The student was never caught for his actions. He was just the boyfriend of some bratty little bitch I punched in the face one day, both whom I didn't know the names of, and he didn't have a scratch on him from the fight. He mainly stabbed me with glass shards and walked away. And nobody said anything about his identity, or the incident after it occurred.
My mind snapped back into reality as Dr. Crabblesnitch continued, "Let's hope so. I don't want to be seeing you in my office anymore for any bad behavior, understand?" I nodded in reply. "This is a fine school here Georgia," Dr. Crabblesnitch explained, "An establishment built for young minds who are eager to learn. So you just keep your nose clean, or I will have to clean it for you."
"...What?" I asked absent mindedly. Dr. Crabblesnitch glared at me. "I-I mean, yes sir." I stuttered. I honestly had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. This wasn't a fine establishment at all. Quite frankly, it seems more like a school for low lifes that will most likely end up in jail! ...But of course, I'm not telling mother that, or Dr. Crabblesnitch. It was a pain to move constantly from one place to another, trying to avoid that maniac that is my father, and I'm certainly not planning on moving again just because of this damned school. I refuse to be homeschooled. Over eight hours a day with mother is more than I can handle, plus I would end up more antisocial than I am now being cooped up in my new home all day and night (which is actually an apartment somewhere in Bullworth Town).
"You have one day to settle in, but tomorrow you will begin your lessons," Dr. Crabblesnitch informed me, "You will receive your schedule, locker number and combination, dorm room number, and GYM locker number from Ms. Danvers." I thanked him for the information, and then he allowed me to leave. "And remember Ms. Fractum," he called on my way out, "Keep your nose clean!" I still don't have the foggiest idea about what he meant by that. I grabbed my bag, picked up my paperwork from Ms. Danvers, and left to go unpack in the girls dorm. I looked at a small slip of paper that had my room number written on their as I exited the main building.
"Room 3A..." I read aloud quietly to myself. Looking up from the paperwork, I noticed that the Bullworth students were still staring at me. Was it irregular for them to see new students on campus? I'm guessing so.
As the dorm began to come into view, I passed by a young lady in a skanky looking blue uniform, and my shoulder bumped hers.
She pushed me to the side. "Watch where you're going!" she snapped at me. I sighed. I definitely knew this wasn't going to be easy to deal with, but for the sake of my education, I had to bear through it. Not that I really believed that this was a good school academically, but it's still a school, and I have to get at least some form of a good education here.
Before I could proceed to the girls dorm, the girl I passed by stopped and turned to me. "You're the new kid aren't you?" the girl questioned me, getting my attention, "George or something?"
"Georgia." I replied quietly, looking back at her. I'm not really one to socialize with other students my age, especially females. In fact, I'm actually one to drive people away with hostility and unreasonable anger, mainly for the purpose of not wishing to speak with them. I'm much better at communicating with adults, mainly because if they don't have a copy of my record, I could give them the old "innocent sweetheart" act and they would be eating right out of the palm of my hand. But now I was hoping not to be manipulated in any way by this... ugh, girl. She wore a short, tight fitting navy blue Bullworth shirt and a matching short skirt. She seemed to be a cheerleader, or at least the popular type. With her brown hair, dark eyes, make-up plastered smiling face, and large perky breasts, she was quite the beauty. But what on Earth does she want me for?
"I'm Mandy." she introduced herself.
"Georgia," I repeated, turning to her, "Now what do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to the new girl, of course!" she replied, seeming unaffected by the hostility in my voice. I knew she was playing a game, but what was it exactly?
Trying to find a way out of this useless conversation, I peered over to the girls dorm. Perfect. "Look, I need to get to the girls dorm, alright?" I said. Mandy noticed the small slip of paper that had my room number, and snatched it out of my hand.
"3A?" Mandy questioned, "So YOU'RE the one who's taking up extra space in my room. Hope you can deal with the other roommate." I don't like this girl just from her attitude. Now I have to deal with her as my roommate?
"Shit..." I murmured.
"What?" Mandy asked, thankfully not hearing what I had just said.
"Nothing," I replied, just wanting to get the hell out of there, "I'm going to go unpack." Mandy looked back up from the paper and smiled.
"Okay, see you later!" she said, walking away with my room number in hand.
I sighed. "Thank God that's over..." I muttered, continuing to the girls dorm, "But now I apparently have two roommates. I wonder, I wonder, what shall the other one be like?" I thought for a moment, "...Hopefully a little less... blech..." I couldn't even find the proper word to describe Mandy. So cheery, so bright, so... blech! I couldn't stand it. I just wanted - I pleaded with God - just to get to my dorm room and unpack without any more interruptions. I knew it was going to be a long and bumpy road here at Bullworth. There's violence everywhere, the school looks a mess, I already hate one of my dorm mates, and the headmaster is an idiot. Oh I wonder, I wonder, how shall my life be here?
