His Mind

Have you ever been in a situation so unreal, that it makes you view life in a different angle? I have, and I don't mean to be corny, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me. But I realized this when it was much too late.

I'm sorry. I'm doing a horrible job of narrating, aren't I? Ugh. I was never that good at trying to explain things...

Well... you all obviously know the story of Jimmy Hopkins. The boy who saved Bullworth; from "zero to hero"; the boyfriend of all female specimens at the academy -- you name it, I heard it all.

But, surprisingly, this story isn't about Jimmy Hopkins, as we all already know his story. This is the story about me and my time in Bullworth.

Confused, eh? Well, it won't be for much longer. There has been a craving inside me that I needed to get out this story. I couldn't hold it in for any longer, in fear I'd break down.

So now I'm telling it to you, and I pray you'll listen, as this, this is the story that was never told, but will always be remembered...

It all started at my arrival at Bullworth Academy during mid-October. I remember that the aura of the place was disturbing, but the atmosphere was calm, and it had a homey sensation to it...

Charming as the little town was, I was determined to have a rotten time and prove Mom that she couldn't ship me away whenever her boss "needed" her.

Nine months! Nine bloody, freaking months whilst she scurries off to Europe and I'm stuck in this dingy, New England town! What did she take me for?

I'd heard rumors about the state of Bullworth Academy. Infested with rodents and bullies and cliques. Couldn't she have found me a more suitable home? It made me so angry that she actually thought I would be happy to follow along with her plan!

"Remember," she began as she steered the car over a bridge. "No boys. No intimate relationships with anyone. No pestering the other students. No using foul language -- listen to me, honey."

I peered at her through my eyelashes, frowning. Why should I?

She frowned and sighed through her nose, her eyes flashing back to the road -- and there it was, my prison for the next nine months.

"I know you're mad at me, but the time will fly by, Adele. And when I come back to pick you up, you can go back to your normal life."

I ripped open the car door and grabbed my suitcase and backpack.

"Have a fun time, darling." I paused and leaned toward her, narrowing my eyes.

"How can I in a dump like this?" I hissed through clenched teeth. I didn't give her time to protest; I shut the door in her face and stalked off to the open front gates.

It was pathetic. There was no teacher waiting to greet me as I had expected, but a paper loosely taped to the gate.

New student see the principal, it said. Before I walked off, I ripped off the sign and crunched it into a ball, throwing it back towards the street.

I was absolutly fuming when I fianlly entered the school's main hall, and what I saw nearly made me turn and walk right out.

Kids in green vests being picked on by boys in white dress shirts: two tall boys in leather jackets cornering a boy in a vest I recalled as labelled "Aquaberry" and in the center of this? A bald kid. He was talking to someone who I couldn't see, as Baldy was obscuring my vision. He nodded, and they both raced off.

I could already feel myself hyperventilating. What kind of monsterous school was this?

"H-hey," someone said behind me. I turned and faced someone with big glasses and --whether this was to his own knowledge or not-- with his fly down.

"Hi." I paused, than peeked around the school. "Where's the Principal's office? Do you know?" I asked.

He started laughing a forced, hard laugh, his face frozen in a simple smile. "I-I'm Algernon," he said, clenching his hands into fists as he stared at me. I blinked.

"I'm Adele," I said slowly. I looked down at him and decided to save him some embarresment for later by pointing out, "you're fly's down."

"Oh," he started chuckling again, "I know. I have a weak bladder, so I keep it down in case I need to make some quicksies."

I couldn't hide my disgust. I backed one step away and asked again for the principal.

"Mr. Crabblesnitch? Oh, he's right up the stairs." Algernon started laughing again as he pointed towards the very, unmistakeable stairs directly in front of us.

"Yeah. Thanks," I mumbled. As I began walking away, he called after me, "Y-y-you're really pretty! Want to hang out... sometime?"

I pretended to ignore him as I pounded up the stairs. I was so focussed on my feet, pounding up the stairs, that I didn't see him until he shoved my shoulder.

"Moron!" He yelled. I looked at him threw my black bangs. He was blonde, and one of those kids with the dress shirts that I had seen picking on the green-vested kids.

I inhaled quickly and side-stepped away from him, entering the principal's office, all the while wondering if I could survive nine months here.

As I entered the office, I noticed a kid sitting in one of the chairs. He smiled up at me with his big eyes and waved.

"Hi! I'm Sheldon!" He said.

I ignored him for the moment and leaned across the desk towards the lady. "I'm the new student-"

"Mr. Crabblesnitch will see you in a moment," she sighed and smiled, "he's a very busy man. One in his position should be."

I backed up and sat down next to Sheldon, frowning.

"Hi! I'm Sheldon!" He said again. I looked at him as he said, "Want to be friends?"

"No," I snorted, just as the door to Mr. Crabblesnitch's office opened and the woman behind the counter beckoned me towards it.

I walked in and was greeted by a man with whitening hair and a pruny face. He motioned for me to sit down.

His normal, principal-like rant was like everything I've already heard -- accept for the part about noses.

"Keep your nose clean," he said, frowning, "or we'll clean it for you!"

I leaned back in my chair and stared at him threw narrowed eyes. I couldn't help but make a little comment concering his motto.

"So, this school's filled with a bunch of nose-pickers? That's nice. It's quite original -- how admirable," I said, taking my leave.

I sauntered out of the office and down the stairs. First thing I was going to do was change into my uniform -- as I already saw prefects eyeing my wearily.

I headed over to the dorm, stopping twice by different boys in dress shirts calling me names and such. It was quite ignorable -- if I were in the mood I could counter them back with something so vile it would make their mom's cry.

I got dressed in a dark green/blue skirt-- all girl's had to wear them, what a pity-- and into a dress shirt with Bullwroth's crescent on it. When I was done, my roomate in this pink, shabby dorm, walked in.

She had red hair in a ponytail and looked deep in thought. "What if... I start a rumor," she mumbled, than her eye brightened up, "about me being a princess?"

I stared at her, wondering if every person in Bullworth was insane, when she noticed me.

"Oh, you're the new girl," she said. "I'm Christy," she outstretched a hand and I took it, still staring at her.

"Adele."

"Did you hear that Beatrice got a nose job?" she asked. I frowned and explained that I was new here and only knew a Sheldon and an Algernon, and a blond kid who called me a moron.

"Oh, that's Trent," she explained. "Everyone at Bullworth thinks he should come out of the closet."

"He's gay?" I hissed. I couldn't hide the smile that lit up my face. A cast of colorful characters indeed.

"He's been spotted with Kirby on the football team a couple of times, but I'm only being honest."

"Oh," I laughed and knew this was the girl that could tell me everything I needed to know. I sat her down on my bed and smiled at her.

"So, tell me about everyone you know." Her eyes brightened up at the idea, and I knew by the end of the day I'd know everyone as if I'd been here my whole life.