Bully: The Next Generation
Chapter I: Sins of The Father

Bullworth Vale had changed quite a bit since the events of Jimmy Hopkins' adolescent adventures in Bullworth Academy. After some time, love blossomed between him and the intellectually endowed Beatrice Trudeau. They married sometime in college and had a son, William, or Billy, as he preferred to be called. He had his mom's eyes and his dad's ginger hair. Beatrice had grown into a beautiful woman who was also a successful neurosurgeon. Jimmy still had his broad facial features

Jimmy drove down the street to Bullworth, his son laying in the back seat like he used to. This was a trip down memory lane.

"Are we seriously going to your old school?" Billy asked with disdain.

"Billy, it's either that or Juvie." Jimmy replied. "That was the choice I was given when I was your age. Helped me out."

"Really, Dad?" Billy responded, rolling his eyes as he sat back up. "You're taking a drive through Memory Lane like this?"

"It's how I met your mother too." Jimmy said.

"Whoop-de-doo..." Billy said using a sarcastic tone.

Jimmy couldn't help but chuckle. Billy was very much like he used to be at that age. As they arrived at the campus, Billy stepped out. Beatrice rolled down the window.

"Your father and I love you very much, Billy." Beatrice said. "We want you to be able to have a good future."

"Yeah." Jimmy said. "Come on. I'll take you to Crabblesnitch..."

"Crabblesnitch?" Billy replied.

"Yeah." Jimmy replied. "Dr. Crabblesnitch was the dean here when I arrived."

They were greeted by a woman with greying hair and the fashion of a 1950s secretary.

"Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch?" Jimmy said in surprise.

"Oh, it's you." Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch responded upon seeing Jimmy's face.

"We're here about Billy Hopkins." Jimmy responded.

"I see..." Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch said as she looked at Billy's files. "Graffiti, violent conduct, bad language, disrespect towards authority, and arson.I see the sins of your father have been repeated with you."

Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch shook her head in annoyance of having to deal with Jimmy's son.

"Well, since your father was here before you for the same reason, I am cautiously optimistic that we can turn you around." Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch said. "However, this is your only chance to avoid jail. Keep your nose clean, or I'll clean it for you. James, I assume you remember where the boys' dorm is?"

"Yes." Jimmy replied.

"Good." Mrs. Danvers-Crabblesnitch said. "Then you can take your son to his dorm and get him attired."

"Yes, ma'am." Beatrice said.

Jimmy and Beatrice accompanied Billy to the boys' dorm, which was far cleaner that it was back when Jimmy was a student. The man smiled as he was impressed by the newfound care that was invested into the school. He then looked at Billy.

"I know it's going to be tough here." Jimmy said. "I've been there before. But you're tough. You'll make it."

"What, you're not gonna go through the whole shaming crap?" Billy asked.

"Nope." Jimmy replied. "That just wouldn't be me. Please be strong."

"I'll try..." Billy rolled his eyes.

Jimmy and Beatrice hugged their son before leaving. Another boy entered the room, wearing a pink shirt and a blue sweater vest.

"Hi." The boy piped up.

"Hey..." Jimmy said. "You remind me of a friend I had in school. What's your name?"

"PJ." PJ replied. "Pete Kowalski Jr."

"Nice to meet you, Pete." Jimmy said. "I was a friend of your dad as a kid. This is mine and Beatrice's son, Billy."

"Oh my god, Dad...!" Billy groaned.

Jimmy chuckled a bit and gently placed his hand on his son's shoulder.

"You're gonna be just fine." Jimmy said. "Your mom and I will come see you during the holidays."

"We love you, sweetie." Beatrice said, kissing her son's cheek.

"I love you and Dad too, Mom..." Billy said in a surly tone.

Beatrice and Jimmy left the school and drove home, Jimmy looking back through the rear view mirror. A pang of regret hit him, but what was he to do? Neither he nor Beatrice wanted to see Billy behind bars. Deep down, they bade their farewell to him.