"This is plain ridiculous!" I say. No way am I doing this. I could get killed. My future is basically at stake here.
"Honestly, you don't have a choice, I need the job and you need school." My dad says. Honestly, need is a bit of a strong word.
"So, by your logic, you pick the worst school in all of anywhere?" I say, skeptical. I don't see what made him think this was a good idea. I think I'd be best if I just stay home.
"Look son, you're a smart kid, and I know you can get past this." He says. Thanks for the vote of confidence.
"How?" I ask him.
"Just lay low, don't attract a lot of attention. It's easy." He says, full of confidence. "Oh, and be sure to hang around a teacher at all times."
"Gee, thanks." I tell him. "Now I know the perfect steps on how to get picked on and be a loser."
"You're welcome." He says, blissfully ignoring my other comment.
"There's no chance in talking you out of this is it?" I say, fully knowing his response.
"Nope." He says, flatly.
"I thought so."
"Anyway, you aren't a model student, are you?" He says, how cheeky.
"Sometimes I just can't help myself, trouble seems to find me sometimes. I just like causing mischief." I say, honestly. It's what I am, and It's who I am.
"Well, try and tone it down, just a little bit." He says. Although, it sounded more like a warning.
"I'll try my hardest." I say. But, things probably won't go as planned. I just have a feeling.
So, in case you're wondering what's happening, I'm in a car with my dad, Travis Ghoulstone, nice name I know. And I'm on my way to…..*drumroll please*…...
Bullworth Academy…..
Yeah, I have officially become one of the future dreads to the world. This is just tremendous.
Just in case you were wondering, my name is Francis Ghoulstone. I'm fifteen years old. I have shaggy, light brown hair. I have a thin structure, with fair skin, and brown eyes.
I was wearing a dark blue shirt with a light blue stripe across the chest. I also had wearing faded light blue jeans, with grey Chuck Taylor sneakers. I wore a black hairband on my head, I think men can wear them to. I also wore a badge with a pair of blacks lips with razor sharp teeth on them. on it, it has sentimental value. My dad tells me my mom always wore it.
"Since when did you hate me so much?" I ask, anguish pouring out my voice.
"Since you were born… then when your mom left." He said. I kid you not, he sounded very serious.
"R-really?" I ask him.
"No…" He says.
The next few minutes were just awkward silence. Suddenly, going here doesn't sound that bad anymore.
After what felt like an eternity, we finally reached our destination. My dad parked the car and unlocked the door on my side.
"Don't worry, Francis." He said, reassuringly." The days will go by before you know it."
"Thanks, Travis" I say, grumpily.
"Hey, watch it!" He says, sharply." I already sent most of your stuff into your dorm room, so it'll be like staying right at home." Except, I'll be stuck with a bunch of wild animals.
"Later, dad." I say, more nicer. He drives off, disappearing off the nearby bridge. Now, off to Bullworth I go. Maybe all the stories were blown out of proportion. Seriously, how bad could it be?
I was about to turn around and go through the gate, but I heard a voice behind my back. "You must be the second newest student, the Ghoulstone boy, if I'm not mistaken." I turn around and see a middle aged woman at best. She was wearing a white undershirt and a black coat, with a black skirt.
"Yes, I am." I tell her. I could have sworn that the gate was closed?
"This is Bullworth Academy," She raises her arms, as if she was introducing some ship or a work of art. "As I'm sure you already know."
"I hope that you find this school to your liking." She adds.
"I'm sure it's gonna be a blast." I say, sarcastically.
"While, I admire your enthusiasm." She says. "I can't stand here and motivate troubled children."
Your not doing a good job at that, by the way.
"Run along now, you are to report to the headmaster's study." She says.
I look at her... A-am I supposed to now where it is?
"The headmasters office is over there, dear boy." She finally says.
I start to walk off to the building. But, before I go I hear her start to speak up again.
"Don't keep Dr. Crabblesnitch waiting like the Hopkins boy before, he has brilliance that shouldn't be kept at bay." She practically swoons over this Dr. Crabblesnitch.
Exsqueeze me? Crabblesnitch...
"I'll try my hardest to get to him on time. Wouldn't want his precious mind to decay." I tell her.
The gates slowly start to open.
Before I go in, "something" on the top of the entrance catches my eye.
... Is it a pig... or a gargoyle? Or a... piggoyle.
Whatever, I'm losing my focus. Off to the office of Dr. Crabblesnitch.
I walk past the entrance and see a couple of guys in white button up shirt. They all turn towards me. They start laughing and turn around.
Well, that was a little unnerving. Was it the hairband? I walk past them go straight to the main building.
Some students stare at me. I feel like a thousand beady little eyes are staring holes into me. I can even hear them mumble and whisper.
"Is that another new kid?"
"He doesn't look very tough!"
"I bet he's another bad boy!"
"What's with the hairband?"
"It's makes him look a little cute..."
I can't tell if that last one was a guy...
I walk up the stairs while someone else is walking down the stairs. He had blond hair styled a little like mine, except mine was a bit more unruly. He had pimples across his face with blue eyes. He was also wearing a white button up shirt with blue jeans.
He quickly spits a wad of saliva at my feet. I quickly move my shoe out the way. I give the guy who did it a harsh glare. He was unfazed by it, however.
I open the door to the entrance and walk inside. The headmaster's study must be up the stairs. On my way up, I see a kid around the same age as me. He had a buzz cut with freckles, and brown eyes. He was wearing a white t-shirt with faded blue jeans and white sneakers… is that and earring on his ear?
I looked to be an inch or two taller than him. But, he was much more stocky than I was. And he seemed deep in thought. Maybe he's friendly?
"Hey, my name-" However, I didn't finish when he roughly bumped into me. I stumbled and fell on the floor, he kept walking. He must have not noticed me.
"Good talk…" I say. I get back up and go up the stairs. I look on my right and see a opening to what I assume is the study. I walk through it and go straight to already open door leading to the principal. He looks up and sees me walk in.
"You, I assume, are the Ghoulstone child we are getting?" He says.
"Yes, I am, sir." I say, as formally as possible. I walk over and sit down on the chair near the desk.
He looks right into my eyes. I feel like he's staring into my soul.
"So, looking at your records, you're not the ideal student. However, you aren't as bad as the last one…" He says.
"I try my hardest."
He gets up and starts pacing around me. I feel like this is an interrogation already.
"Your hardest is apparently, detention, skipping class, disorderly conduct, terrorizing staff members-"
"I my defence, I don't hurt them, I just think they should all be apart of the joke." I say, defensively.
"Don't interrupt me," He says." starting food fights, mild vandalism, writing on school property, unlicensed vending, and all the sort."
"It is mild, though." I say.
"But, while you are a troublemaker, you aren't a bad student academic wise." He says.
"Thanks." I quip. I wasn't expecting a compliment.
"But, nothing special…"
"Oh.." I say, while looking down. So much for that compliment.
"Nonetheless, my job is to fix boy such as yourself and mold them into the citizens of the future." He says.
"More like the convicts of tomorrow." I say, under my breath.
"What was that, boy." He says, sharply.
"Nothing." I add, quickly.
"You will shape up and clean up your act, Ghoulstone." He orders. "Or I will clean it for you."
"Yes, sir." I drone.
"Now, hurry to the boys dormitory and get your uniform in check." He orders, once more.
"Yes, sir." I get up and walk out the study, then out the office. I stop at the opening.
"That could have been a bit better." I say, while walking off.
I go down the stairs. I see some more students stare at me. I'm sure it's just the new kid effect.
I open the door leading to the outside.
I quickly go down the stairs and run straight towards the dorm room. On my way, I see a guy on the floor. He's moaning and slowly moving around. I crouch down.
He had short auburn hair, blue eyes with bags under them. He also wore the same clothes as the guy who tried to spit on my shoe wore.
I start to poke him. "Hey, buddy, you okay?" I say, trying to talk to him.
He groans, clearly in pain. "It hurts so good." He says.
"...Seeya" I say, blantly. That's nothing more than a bunch of nope.
I walk up the stairs and open the door.
…...To put it nicely, the place was a complete dump. I walk to the far left of the hallway and open the door leading to my room. When I opened the door, I wasn't surprised.
The room smelt like garbage. The floor were completely filthy. I think that some of the walls were chipping. I saw a second bed a couple of feet next to mine. Oh great, I get a roommate. I think I'm really gonna like it here.
"Now to start unpacking." I say to no one in particular.
*Moments Later*
I was fully unpacked and was relaxing on my bed. The uniform for Bullworth was nothing too different. I had on the traditional blue Bullworth vest on, with my badge on the Bullworth logo, I also had a white undershirt under it, with the sleeves rolled up to my forearms, while wearing khaki cargo pants. With my black and white sneakers. I still wore the hair-band on my head.
I heard a knock on my door.
"Come in" I say. I get up and sit on the ledge of my bed.
When the door opens, I see a short kid with brown buzz cut hair, with brown eyes. He was wearing the blue Bullworth vest, with a pink undershirt underneath, with brown slacks.
"You must be my roommate?" He asks
I nod at him.
"Hey, my names Pete, Pete Kowalski." He says, while extending his hand.
"Francis, Francis Ghoulstone." I tell him, taking his hand and shaking it. This guy doesn't seem all that bad.
"So, what are you doing here?" He asks. "You don't seem like a psychopathic maniac or lawyer in training."
"My dad had got a job around here, so he decided to toss me over here in this cesspool." I say, bitterly.
"Well, I guess it could always be worse." He says, hoping to lighten my mood.
"If by that you mean being dead, then yeah, it could be worse."
"You know, this is going a lot better than when I meet the other new kid." He says, jokingly.
"Come on, Jimmy, I think Pete is already trying to bag the other newbie." I hear a voice say through the door.
I look to Pete and he sighs while gripping his temple. The person belonging to the voice walks into the room. I stand up to get a better look.
He was wearing a teal Bullworth sweater with a grey undershirt, with grey slacks. He has brown faded hair with a part on the left, with brown eyes and a scar over his right eye. He had a silver watch on his left wrist, with a leather wristband on his right. He seemed to be taller than me by a couple of inches.
The other boy, I recognize from the stairs, when he bumped into me. He was now wearing a blue Bullworth vest, much like mine and Pete's and khaki slacks. He had a pretty bored expression on his face.
"Oh, look Jimmy, he's the exact opposite of you." He says.
"How is that?" I guess, Jimmy says.
"He looks like a sissy, he's taller than you, looks like he actually thinks, and I bet he only had one dad." He says, playfully.
"Shut up, Gary!" Jimmy says, defensively. So, that guy must be Gary I guess.
"I'm joking, Hopkins, I'm joking." He says, while raising both hands. "Anyway, what's your name, huh?"
"I'm Francis Ghoulstone."
"Woah, not only do you look like a sissy, you have the name of one too." He teases. "So, tell me, do you have French in your blood?"
"No." I say, quickly. I think he knew I was lying….
"Well, Femme boy, I feel like you have some competition" He pushes Pete. "But, he looks much more tougher than you."
"Very funny, Gary." Pete says, sarcastically.
"What do you want?" I say, irritably." He's starting to really test my patience. "In case you hadn't realized, I'm busy."
"Busy doing what Exactly?' He says, curiously."Spanking it? Hitting on Pete? Or, nothing as I suspected?"
I glare at him.
"Jokes aside, my friend, I'm Gary Smith." He says. "And this brainless monkey is, Jimmy Hopkins."He grabs ahold of Jimmy's shoulder.
Jimmy takes Gary's hand of his shoulder and looks at me. "Well, I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Hopkins."
"Welp, it's nice to meet all of you." I say, positively. Gary walks up closer to me.
He grabs onto both my shoulders. "You look pretty sensible so listen up, okay." He says."This is probably the toughest school you have ever been to. And me, Pete, and Jimmy are giving you an open invitation on sticking with us. Either take it and survive, or reject us and get thrashed everyday. The choice is yours." He says, seriously. I'm getting a pretty intimidating vibe from this guy.
I gulp. "When you put it that way, it's a pretty big no brainer. I'm on board." I say, feeling slightly threatened. He lets go of my shoulders.
"This is Bullworth, my friend." He continues. "The breeding grounds for the scum of society."
"And we're all stuck here." Jimmy adds.
"This was a lot quicker than trying to convince, Jimmy." He glances at Jimmy. "Welp, we'll leave you to whatever it is you're doing. Meet us at the entrance of school. I'll show you and Jimmy around." He walks away, Jimmy soon after. Pete stays behind.
He looks at me. "I'm…. my nickname isn't Femme Boy." He says. He then gives me a wave goodbye and walks off.
Gary sticks his head out the door. "Later, Francois!" He laughs and runs off.
So, that just happened….
Recollecting my thoughts, I walk into the big room in the back of the dorm. When I walk in I see a tv, a couch, a trash can, an arcade game, a table with some cards, and a soda machine. There were also some paintings on the wall, with a bulletin board.
So, I guess this is like the lobby?
I walk over to the soda machine and plop a coin in the slot. I hear the machine rumble and drop one soda in the slot. I bend slightly and go pick it up. I was about to open it when someone called me.
"Hey, new kid!" I look over and see a guy wearing the same white shirt as the other two I encountered with his even rolled to the elbows. He was around my height, with brown hair, brown eyes, with a couple of blemishes on his face. He was also wearing blue jeans like the others. "Give me that soda if you know what's good for ya!"
"There's not a chance that's happening." I say, as confidently as possible. I could take this guy.
"I warned you!" He raises his arms, revealing a slingshot he had in his pocket. He reaches back on the sling with a rock in it.
"You're about to make a big mistake, moron!" I warn him.
He didn't listen to me…..
He let go of the sling and the rock pelted me square in the forehead. I recoiled in pain and dropped the soda can. He pushed me against the wall and took the soda can. He turns around and takes off through the already opened door.
"Great, first day here and I get the welcoming committee." I say to myself while getting up. I start to run after him. I quickly run through the door after him and I see him bash the door leading to the outside open. I follow suite through the door.
"You're a dead-man when I get my hands on you!" I wail.
He runs down the stairs and stops, except when I saw him, he had another guy standing with him. This guy was wearing the same untucked shirt with denim jeans, and blue Chuck Taylor sneakers. You know, I noticed something. Every guy who's been messing with me has been wearing same type of clothes. Do they like symbolize something?
Anyway, the two guys in front of me glared at me. The guy with the slingshot patted the guy next to him, then pointed at me.
"There he is, Wade, this is the guy who said your mom was a sorry sack of crapola!." He lied. I suppose, "Wade" advanced towards me. I recognize this guy from being on the floor earlier, guess he got up. ,
"Thanks, Davis." He turns to me. I'm gonna tear you up, Dad! Er, I mean, you're dead meat, new kid!" He roars.
"Wait, who's your Dad?" I question him.
He lunges after and lands a strong right hand on my left cheek, I stumble and fall on the stairs. He gets on top of me and starts pounding my face in. After the 4th punch, I managed the block his fist, I quickly headbutted him. He quickly got up and held his mouth in pain. Taking advantage, I grabbed him by the collar and gave him a quick punch to the gut, causing him to hunch over. Then a jab to the face. I lost my grip on his collar and he pushed me away from him.
"Come on, Wade! Wreck that little twerp!"
He threw a right hand. I whipped my head back and dodged the punch. He wildly swung his left arm to connect with my face, but I managed to duck. I quickly got up and landed an uppercut to the tip of his chin. I managed to land a swift kick to the gut. This time it's his turn to fall to the ground. I quickly get on top of him, and raise my fist. I quickly smash it down on his face. I raised my hand up once again, but, this time I had an idea.
I quickly raised up one knee. Then brought it hard down, right on his crotch.
He yelped in pain. "Ooooooh... fucking balls... oh, ahah…" That's the result I was looking for. I get back up. He's gonna be down for a pretty long time, again. I look over and see Davis still standing by the boy's dorm entrance.
"Get away from me!" He quickly turns around and takes off again. You know what, this guy is pretty fast. I quickly run after him. However, I saw him take another thing out of his pocket. I didn't see it, but I think he dropped it. Clumsy oaf.
I was about to catch him, when I suddenly lost my footing. I slipped over on something and fell, roughly, on the pavement. I groan in pain and I look up. I see, Davis running away with MY soda and knocking some little kid down while doing it.
I groan again, while getting up. "That guy…. is most definitely getting itching powder, next time I see him." I say to myself. I walk over to the kid that was knocked down. I get a good look at him.
He was a small boy with black hair. He wore a dark teal Bullworth vest, above-the-knee khaki shorts, with a band-aid on one knee, and red Chuck Taylors on his feet.
"Hey kid, you alright?" I ask him.
"P-please, no more!" He wails, raising both hands to protect his face. Woah, poor kid…
"I'm not gonna hurt ya." I tell him. I grab one of his hands and pull him up. He dusts himself off.
"Thank you, Sir." He says, rather meekly. Sir?
"Don't call me, Sir. Just call me, Francis." I say to him.
"Well, thanks….. Francis." He hesitates.
"It's fine, no biggie." I say.
He starts to scratch the back of his head. "You're probably the nicest big kid I've met!" This kid seems pretty naive, now that I'm thinking about it.
He slowly extends his hand, it's slowly shaking. "My name is… P-Pedro. Pedro De La Hoya."
I grab his hand and shake it. "Nice to meet you." I say, positively.
He starts to open his mouth, but words don't come out. I start flicking my wrist, signaling him to go on. "... I gotta go now, goodbye, Sir- I mean, Francis." He starts to run off.
…...Weird kid.
I start to walk off to the school. Wait, wasn't I supposed to meet Gary and Jimmy here?