Prologue
Breaking the Stigma: Attending Bullworth Academy
Submitted by Merritt Leigh MacAuthor
Bullworth Academy Junior, Class of 2008
Bullworth Academy: Home of the Bullworth Bullhorns, a prestigious boarding school located in the,'
Merritt hesitated, trying to think of the right word. Cozy definitely would not be the word to use to describe the area known as Bullworth; Quaint, maybe... perhaps endearing. No, definitely not endearing. Charming was for sure a no go, as were sweet and attractive. Cunning would totally fit, but would Crabblesnitch accept such a description of the new pamphlets? No, quaint would be the safest choice.
',located in the quaint Town of Bullworth, a small coastal town in northern New Hampshire, has a rather unorthodox stigma plaguing it's halls, as do all other boarding schools. I honestly see no need to clarify which stigma it is I'm referring to. The reason I write this is to provide you which hard facts as to why Bullworth Academy is the Diamond in the Rough, a cut above all other boarding schools.
So, without any further delay, sit back, relax, and allow me, a four year veteran of this,'
Her eyes stayed transfixed on the blinking curser, fingers delicately hovering over the keys of the laptop. She considered many options, not a single one would be appropriate to use. Christy, the girl's roommate, also working on her submission, turned to read her companion's attempt at appeasing their headmaster.
"Well, you could totally go with prison, hellhole, maybe even cesspool?" The redhead offered sarcastically, the two snickered and the brunette shrugged.
"I was thinking more along the lines of a concentration camp," Christy gave a short laugh and leaned off the wall, clambering off Merritt's bed and to her feet, her own laptop starring angrily at the two with a blank screen. "Giving up already?" Christy scrunched her face and stuck her tongue out before waltzing over to her wardrobe.
"Like, I'm not going to lie to parents and have more kids enrolled to be tortured," She pulled out a crop top, examining it. "Ted's party is tonight anyways. I'm so not spending it working on that stupid essay, and, like, I don't think Mandy will let you, either, Mer." At that Merritt rolled her eyes and looked back at her screen, the curser still blinking at her expectantly. Furrowing her brows she leaned further onto the window sill, racking her brain, with a sigh she gave in a typed out what she knew the headmaster would want to hear.
',a four year veteran of this spectacular school to properly, and comically, destroy all your doubts of Bullworth Academy.'