I got out of the car, and looked to Claire.

"Well?" She asked, a hopeful smile creeping on her lips.
"It's a dump."
"Do you have to be so negative?"
"That was being positive…"

"Bullworth is a friendly place Aiden."

I grunted and grabbed my bag from the boot of the car. We walked towards the gates cautiously. A boy sped out on a bike, quickly followed by broad men dressed in blue, who were eagerly shouting abuse.
"Yeah," I said turning to Claire "I'm really expecting chocolate and flowers…hey, maybe I'll get a welcome card with it too? Or a banner!"

I think Claire sent me here because of my sarcasm.

"Aiden, I know it's a bit rough around the edges, but that's the fun of the place."
I clenched my jaw.
"Okay, Rupert Everret."

Clair sighed.
"I'll see you in the holidays."
"Can't wait." I said monotone.

"And Aiden," she said, getting into the car "remember why you're here."

I rolled my eyes.
"I know I know – I won't get in trouble."
"You said that at the last school."
"That wasn't my fault."
She cocked an eyebrow, then drove away.

I turned back to the school – it was more gothic then the brochure showed. There were gargoyles on the top of the central building, which was sheltered by the grey overcast skies. It was like something out of a horror movie. A black and white horror movie.

I took out my iPhone and started to play some music. Lil' King Kong by Simple Kid came on as I started to walk into my new school.

"You can go in now."
I stood up from the chair and walked into the head's office. I looked at the head carefully. He was about 50, give or take a few years, and wore an expensive suit. He had dark hark hair combed carefully, with it greying at the sides.

"Ah, Mr. Kane." He smiled at me. "I'm very glad you decided to join us."
"You sound it." I said casually, taking a seat.

"So," He said "please pass on our regards to your mother from us."
I rolled my eyes. Of course Claire would send donations to the school I was going to attend. Again.

"Claire's my aunt, not my mum." I corrected him.

"My apologies." He said. "We have arranged for you to be staying in Harrington House."
"I thought I was to be staying in the Boy's dorm?"
"For those of a more …financially stable background, Harrington House is a suitable residence."

He looked at my grey t-shirt, check shirt, black skinnies and black converses.

"Let's take a look at your record then."
He leant back into his chair and opened the file in front of him.
"Well, it seems you've done quite a few things in your school life doesn't it? Violence, underage drinking, underage smoking, underage gambling, drugs, graffiti, vandalism, theft, disregard for the community welfare, my my my, anything to say?"
I shifted in my chair.
"Smoking's legal if you're sixteen."
"Not in Ohio, America son."
I rolled my eyes.
"Boys will be boys Mr. Kane, but I do hope for you to tone down your behaviour during your stay here at Bullworth? We have a reputation for discipline. I trust you will respect our rules, teachers and pupils?"
I sighed deeply and hoisted myself out of the chair.
"I'll see you around sir." I said, exiting the office.

I walked down the stairs, putting my bag across my chest. The hall was a strange yellow colour – the polished floor was decorated with failed exam papers, crisp packets, cigarette butts and beer cans.

I walked down the central stairs, accidentally bumping into the shoulder of a senior, about my age. He turned on me, his face angry. He had a Bullworth letterman jacket on, and a clipped brown hair style.

"Watch it!" He said, glancing down at me. "Trustfund baby."

His two friends laughed, as they shoved me against the wall, walking off.

I took a step from the wall and turned to their backs.
"Off to the communal showers jockstraps?"
They turned around, fists clenched.
"I mean, we all know what you guys do before the match to get rid of nerves-"

One of them, a large pale one, hit me once in the stomach, causing me to keel over.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
He punched me in the side of the face.
I spat out blood. I think my teeth had cut my cheek.
"Speak up Neanderthal." I said, as he threw his fist towards me.

I moved my head out of the way, grabbing his hand and pulling him down to the ground, where I hit him once at the top of the spine.

His two friends ran towards me. I was roughly a few inches shorter then them. One grabbed me from behind, as the other started to pummel me in the stomach.
Beatings later, I was dropped onto the floor, my shirt stained with blood. When I was sure the jockstraps had left, I took my shirt off and put it in my bag. I then took my leather jacket out of there, and put it down next to me. I guess the three gorillas hadn't been after my possessions. I still had my phone, jacket and wallet.

I rested my head against the wall. No one was around. I carefully leant my head against the locker, breathing deeply. That was the sort of welcome I expected for Bullworth, from what I had heard.

Pushing my self up against the locker, I put on my jacket and walked down out of the main building, and into Harrington House.

A boy stood there, about the size of the three apes who had beaten me. He wore an Aquaberry vest with a clean white top.

"You aren't allowed in here Greaseball." He said, his perfectly combed hair moving slightly as he approached me.

"I'm Aiden Kane." I said, taking out my drivers license from my wallet as he scoffed.. "Now if you could please open the door?"

He looked me up and down, then opened the door, letting me inside. There was a large fireplace there, with an armchair there.
"Derby," he said "Mr. Kane has decided to make an appearance."
A figure stood up, and turned around. He was wearing the school uniform – his white shirt unbuttoned slightly underneath the Aquaberry Vest. His blonde hair was casually coifed and he had a static expression of condescension.

"Ah, Mr Kane." He said, his voice overly exclusive. "We've been expecting you."
"Whatever you say Dr. No." I said, unimpressed.

He smiled slightly. "I see you've had a run in with some of our more…obtuse classmates."
"I didn't realise I was going to be taught in a zoo." I said dryly.

Derby smiled. "You clearly are a man of the finer tastes, much like yours truly. So, I shall let you compose yourself and we'll meet you for dinner in an hour?"
"Sure." I said, still a little thrown by how arrogant he was.
"Smashing. Pinky will show you to your room."
I only just noticed the girl beside Derby then. She was a little shorter, with a neat black bob. She wore the Aquaberry merchandise with a small skirt and blue heels. She smiled at me, and started to lead me up the stairs.
"So," She began, her voice also very expensive "you're new?"
"Well, it's my first day so…"
"No, I meant are you new or old?"
I frowned as we walked through the doors. "Beg pardon?"
"Are you new money or old money?"
"Oh." I said, realising finally. "Erm, old I would guess."

Pinky smiled. "You'll go far."
She walked up the next flight of stairs and opened the doors.

"This is you." She said, walking in confidently.
The wall had wooden panels, with a flat screen television opposite a large double bed. There was a desk and chair, with a laptop already on there. A green couch was in the corner, with a coffee table in front of it. Beside the grand armoire, there was a bathroom opposite the balcony.
"This is more like a hotel." I said, putting my bag on the cream carpet next to the desk.
"Ms. Kane gave us a large donation."
I rolled my eyes at this reminder.
"Yes, I know."
She sat down and lay back on my bed, looking at me.
"Anything else you want me to show you?"
I took out a pack of cigarettes from my jacket and put one in my mouth. Taking out my Zippo and lighting it, I walked past her onto the balcony.

"Derby's your cousin right?"
There was a short pause.
"Yes?"
"Well," I said, taking a drag "I can assume that your parents want you two to have a marriage in some years." I turned around. "Strange, I really didn't think people still did that."

She turned on her side to talk to me. "Not many people are as privileged as us, so our parents think we'll stick to those that are."
I nodded. "Well, thanks for showing me around."
She smiled. "Anything else you want me to show you around?"
I laughed slightly. "Maybe next time – I'm in no shape for any exercise at the moment."
"Next time?" She said, subtly growing sultry.

"Yeah, sure." I said, smirking. She sighed and got up off the bed, walking out of the room and closing the doors.

I kicked myself mentally. Why did I pass that up? Why would I do that?
I sighed, no use do anything about it now. I took my shirt out of my bag and threw it over the chair. Claire had told me there were maids here – who cleaned at dinner. They were probably under her employment as well. Typical Claire.

I decided to take a shower to clean off the blood and help myself relax. The water was quite hot, and my bruised stomach stung when the water hit it. After rinsing off the blood, I grabbed my boxers and trousers and pulled them back on. I opened the cabinet and found a first aid kit. I took out some of the bandages and patched up my torso.

I walked back into the room and opened the wardrobe and found all the 'suitable' clothes for a gentleman. I sighed and opened the lower draws, finding a few t-shirts. I took out a white printed one and a black blazer. I guess this would have to do for dinner. I took off my tie and started unbuttoning my shirt.

"I wouldn't advise going casual."

I turned around to see a girl dressed in a blouse and a blue skirt that ended just above her knees. Her blonde hair was neatly tied up in a ponytail, which fell to the back of her neck.
"Why not?"
"Well, the rest of the Preps won't be pleased."
"Preps?"
She grinned. "Don't worry, you'll catch on."
"Well, if you don't mind I need to get changed."
"Wear a suit." she said, before walking in and sitting down on the couch.
"Oh, just come in and sit down then."
"Funny." She said, taking a magazine off the coffee table and starting to read it. "You like guitars then?"
"Huh?" I asked, taking a clean white shirt from the draw and pulling it on.
"Guitars obviously hid in the corner of the room? Guitar magazines?"
I looked over to the corner and saw my acoustic Maton and my electric Tokai.
"Yeah. Do you play?"
"Mum got me a few lessons when I was a kid, never really liked it though."
"Huh." I said absent-mindedly. "You played classical right?"
She nodded. "That obvious?"
"Well, I can't imagine anyone else here rocking out to a band from Brighton."
She looked at me quizzically.
"It's the Kooks. The Kooks are from Brighton in England."
"Oh." She said, finally understanding. "Sticking to the skinny suits?"
"Yup."
"That seems pretty British."
I chuckled.
"Never call an English guy British. They're two completely different things."
"Right, so what do I call you?"
I turned around to her.
"Aiden."
I put on the blue and white striped tie just a little under my top button.
"I'm Kara. Bennet."

"You a senior?"

She nodded.
"Studying Gym, Shop, Photography and Art."
"Huh. Artsy."
"You?"
"I'm doing Shop, Music, Drama and English."
"And I'm the artsy one." She said, cocking an eyebrow.
I smiled at her – the first time I'd smiled lately.
"Well, if you don't mind I kind of need to change my trousers?"
"Oh? Oh." She said, realising she was still there. "Sorry. I'll see you at dinner. Save you a space?"
"If it's close to an exit." I said as she walked past me and out of the room, closing the door.

I shook my head at her and changed into the dark black trousers. I then grabbed my pair of converses and tied them back on. I walked down the stairs quickly and walked into the dining hall. It was unbelievable – and not in a good way. There was an elaborate chandelier hanging overtop a long mahogany dining table, which stretched through the entire hall. I was suddenly greeted by an arm linking with mine as I was led to two seats by Kara.

"This better be good." I murmured to her.
Derby, who was sitting at the head of the table (Pinky on his left) stood with open arms. Everybody else, taking notice of Derby, stood up. I did so as well, awkwardly.

"As leader of us conservatives, I would like to welcome our latest comrade on everyone's behalf, Aiden Kane."
They all clapped, looking towards me. I angled my head towards Claire.
"Yeah, this isn't worth it."