Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, unfortunately for me

A/N – Thank you for the support for this story and its past chapters

A/N 2 – I've let the last names up to a random generator so I wasn't in the most creative mood at the time

P.S – The character that this chapter is in the perspective of is not what they are in the film, they're a guy now! :S

Chapter 04

Student X here, it looks like there are some early birds in the mix – including Phoebus Mattioli– ladies, he's single.

Bolt McCardle

Everyone used to tell me that I could easily fit into the D.U relatively easily, but as I arrived in my little blue automatic, I felt like that was a different story. The large bricked house and the white paned windows with these troughs of flowers on the outside – it just didn't seem like a place that I would want to spend the next year at, but I promised to stay and try to make it last. Rolling up into a parking space, I felt like I was up against the elite from the presence of clean and shining Bentleys, adventurous and sporty looking jeeps, stylish sports cars and some cars that I didn't even recognise the logo of- they were probably cars sent over from some far off country.

My life before this place was one I wanted to leave behind – for a fresh start because you rarely come across those. I wondered what this place had in store for me, and I couldn't wait to get started. The directors – Anita and Roger, had told me that there was an ice rink for ice hockey, a racecourse track and a range of athletics equipment. I felt like they only really said that so that I would agree to go. You see, before I agreed to go to the D.U, I was home-schooled with another person whilst we were working, but I've decided for myself that that arrangement just wasn't working for me. So I came to the D.U to start my senior year.

With a huge deep breath and pushing back against the seat, I stiffened my arms and prepared myself for the journey ahead. I saw a girl with long blonde hair tied back in a huge red bow walk by, and I was sure she winked at me for a moment, which did make me smile – a lot. As she carried on her way, I could hear her giggling to herself.

Grabbing the boxes I could carry, I headed for in the direction of 'Dormitory Entrance' to the left. There was a glass door that looked into an entrance room with a long hatch looking through to a reception.

"Hi, I'm just looking for my dorm room – McCardle, Bolt McCardle," I said, leaning a box against the hatch edge and looking at a girl wearing a vomit green dress on the other side of it.

"Hmm… I don't know," she replied, barely acknowledging my existence. "But that's an unusual name." In a brief moment, she looked up and her mouth dropped. "You're-"

"Yeah, I know, but before the formalities, can you tell me the way to my dorm room, because I can see the check sheet right under your magazine collection – I just can't see the number." It was true, my name was right there, along with two other names.

Eric and Naveen.

Of course, I wondered what these guys might be like, but at the same time, I also wanted to know about my class. Art and Design with Miss Centrella. Seeing as she was the only Art and Design teacher, I knew that she had to be mine too.

"Some guy called Naveen and Eric… They came here last year," the receptionist said in a dull tone as she leant forwards in her chair. "But erm…" she added, biting the edge of her lip to one side. "If you ever feel like finding a friend in this place, you know where to come and find me."

The way she licked her lips was enough to put me right off, but I kept smiling to seem polite.

By the time I had unloaded my first load of boxes into my dorm room, I headed back downstairs to the car. Or more, where I had left my car. There was an empty space where I had left it and this was a bad thing. A bad thing because the car was my first and I bought it with one of my first big pay cheques that I got after I turned seventeen so that I could drive it once I passed my driving test.

"You have got to be joking me," I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "What am I going to do now?"

In the distance, I could hear the harshest of revving – I don't know how, but I instantly knew it was my car. My feet pounded the ground as I chased the sound of my possibly stolen car. As I rounded the corner, I saw a blue car whizzing around in circles of the next car park which was fortunately empty. Without even thinking, I ran out in front of the car which braked sharply, stopping before it could run me over. The driver rocked forwards in the driver seat, as did the shorter guy in the passenger seat.

"Get out!" I yelled, slamming a fist down violently on the bonnet. "Get out of my car!"

They starred back at me through the windscreen as I panted heavily with anger and frustration.

"Woah, calm down, mate." The joyrider who sat in the driver's seat climbed out and pushed the door shut, wiping his grimy hand down the window. "We were just taking it for a test spin."

I lunged around the corner of the car, shoving him against the car door and grabbed the collar of his jacket in my hands. "Listen, I don't care whether you were selling it to a second hand dealership – you don't take other people's cars for some crazy test drive. You got it?"

"Gaston Greddes and LeFou Nonara- my office, now! You too, Bolt." Over my shoulder, I could hear a woman calling out to us all.

Anger overcame me and I shoved the guy back against my car, shaking it a little.

"Bolt!" the woman shouted sternly.

"What kind of a name is Bolt?" the guy asked, smirking a little as he smeared his wrist across his nose.

Fuming, I turned around and followed the woman inside to her office. In the office, I took the far left seat of the three that faced the desk she then sat down in.

A pretty and slender looking Dalmatian wearing a blue leather colour sniffed at around the floor by my trainers before resting her head on my knee and looking up at me with big round eyes.

I reached out and scratched the top of her head and ear.

"Perdita!" the woman said abruptly, shooing the Dalmatian away from the office and into the adjacent room before closing the door. "I'm not impressed with your behaviour. All three of you. Gaston- you're a senior now… Act like it. Bolt, you're a new student and if you carry on like this, then the D.U is not the university for you."

"But they were the ones who broke into my car-" I briefly interrupted Mrs A. Radcliffe – Anita.

"Please, the car was unlocked." The smaller and uglier looking guy decided it was his chance to role his eyes and stir it up.

Anita sat down in one of the two office chairs before pressing a button on the dark telephone. "Roger, I think I'm going to need you in here please."

"What for?" I asked, unaware of what I had done that was so bad. "Come on!" I rolled back in the seat and waited.

"Anita, what is it?"

The door from the side room opened and in burst two Dalmatians that leapt up onto me, smothering me in wet kisses.

"Roger!" Anita snapped with a gentle edge to it.

"Pongo, come on Pongo!" Roger fastened his hands around the other Dalmatian and Perdita's collars and nudged them into the next room. "Sorry you two." He shut the door before taking a seat beside his wife. "Right, it seems like an introduction may be needed. You must be Bolt, Bolt McCardle?" Roger held his hand out to me.

Because I had only met Anita, I felt obliged to nod, smile and shake his hand. "That's me."

"So, Bolt, do you want to tell me what Mister Greddes and Mister Nonara are doing here?" Roger asked, shuffling about in the chair making it squeak a little.

"I don't see why it's such a big deal. I left my car in a car park space and went into the building to find my dorm room, then when I come out the building, these buffoons-"

"Bolt."

"Fine, these guys are driving my car around in the next car park over." I folded my arms, signalling the end of my story. "That's all there is to it."

"Well Mister McCardle, I hate to say it, but it looks like you're the one at fault here," Roger replied harshly. "If you weren't so negligent of your belongings, then it wouldn't have entirely been possible for this pair beside you to get into your car. On the other hand, I believe that Gaston and LeFou have stepped out of line. So I believe that you will report to Mr Clayton for the rest of the day."

"Mr Clayton- seriously?" Gaston grunted.

"He will need help cleaning the ice rink ready for practice and the sand pits need clearing out for the long jump." Roger looked to the door. "Go on, what are you waiting for? As soon as you're unpacked Bolt, I want you to join Gaston and LeFou on groundskeeping duty as punishment."

"Well I guess I'm going now…" I said, standing up off my seat.

"No, sit down Mister McCardle. You two are excused to go and find Mr Clayton." Roger's eyes jerked towards the door, indicating that the other two should use it quickly.

When the other two finally left, Anita went into the next room where the two Dalmatians were.

"Now Mister McCardle, Mrs Radcliffe and I are well aware of your previous history, and from our previous discussions, we are going to try and keep this all under wraps."

"That would be appreciated, if someone recognises me, it's not a big deal, but I at least want some kind of a fresh start."

"Oh, don't worry about the new start – there are already a lot new senior students that are joining us this year. There's Elsa Christenson, a charming young lady, Esmeralda Owen, though that surname has a u in it somewhere. And, there is another senior, but they haven't arrived yet, so we'll have that arrival to look forward to. Is there anything I can help you with whilst we're both here?"

"Who will I need to know about teachers-wise?"

"There is a numerous amount of teachers at this university. With nearly three teachers for each of the subjects that we offer here at the university, each one teaching either juniors, seniors and PHD students. Your teacher is Miss Centrella- a lovely lady who I'm sure you'll get on well with her, nearly all her students enjoy her lessons. Other than that, Jenny Foxworth is the student union representative- a bright PHD student of ours, and I've got a list of people you should know about right here. Our musical director and the performing arts co-ordinator might come and find you about joining the drama society."

"Really?" I asked, letting out a deep breath.

"Come on, Bolt – I'm not forcing you to join any clubs, but I would like to see you get involved in some societies. Anita- Mrs Radcliffe and I encourage our students to get involved in as much as they feel that they can handle."

"Okay, maybe I will get involved in the drama society, but let me get settled first."

"By all means, I'll let you get unpacked. Mr Clayton will see you at the ice rink soon enough." Roger Radcliffe was clearly reminding me of my punishment as I left his office.

Yet as I left, I heard a ringing noise from my pocket. My hand ducked down into it and plucked my phone out. It was some kind of website, I didn't get why it had come up on my phone, but oh well.

Student X here, after a little joy-ride happened in his car, this Bolt McCardle seems angry, can't you see it in his eyes? This is not play acting Bolt- this is a university, you're not on a film set anymore.

There goes that fresh start.

Thoughts from AspiringWriterGirl = I love writing this story, and Bolt from Bolt has arrived at the University after taking out a year to finish his senior year at the D.U, but it seems that Student X has uncovered the truth about his past…