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*2*
Our day starts at 6 a.m. You wake, wait for a shower, dress, eat breakfast and attend class. God, somebody kill me now.
Classes are held on the first floor, the baesment is where the cafeteria is and where all meals are eaten. The second floor is home to the boys dormitories, each room is set up for three or four boys. The third floor is for the girls. As told to me by the school counselor -Medda Larkson- 'The boys are on the bottom and the girls have on top.' I don't even think she knew the irony of her own sentence.
I sit on my bunk now and watch two of my room mates horseplay. One's a blonde and the other brunette, they both wear eye glasses. Medda told me their names, only I can't remember them. They told me they perfer Specs and Dutchy anyway.
Dutchy pinned Specs to the mattress, the boy on the bottom wriggled in attempts to get free. "So what'cha do to get sentenced to St. Vin's?"
I shrugged, "Shit."
He grinned, "Yeah, us too."
"'Cept you got paid fir it," Specs said.
The blonde shrugged, "Lots of sex with plenty of cash. Who'd pass that up?"
"What did you do, sell drugs?"
He laughed, "No, but I sucked them up like candy. Man, I did every fucking thing and never had enough cash. So I turned to turning trocks to get my shit. It didn't take long before I figured I like cash for sex instead of drugs."
"So you're a hooker?"
"I prefer man-slut. Give up, Specsie?"
The brunette finally stopped struggling and nodded, "I give."
Dutchy grinned wider and pressed his lips to the other boys. This site would of surely given my mother a massive heart attack, I however found it intriginb. No doubt that both my room mates are pretty nice looking.
"Dutch," a raven haired girl popped her head into the doorway. Dutchy glanced up and she motioned him forward. "C'mon, Oscar left his post, hurry up."
"Later babe, booty call awaits," he kissed Specs again and dashed from the room.
I turned to my remaining room mate with a quizzical look.
"That's Queenie," he explained.
"His girlfriend?"
"Casual sex."
"Oh. So then you two are together?"
He laughed, "Dutchy enjoys sex too much to keep one person. No, we're not a couple, casual sex."
"Ah. Did sex and drugs get you in this prison too?"
"No," he sat up and rolled his shirt sleeves to the elbows. On each arm were several long scars going crossways and up past where the shirt stopped. "It kinda freaks out your parents when you make art across your skin."
"Suicidal?"
"Nope, just thought it looked pretty."
"Hey guys," my third room mate, named Mush, skipped into the room. A huge smile was spread from ear to ear. He must of just got laid, nobody is that happy in general. "Dinner's on, you comin'?"
He skipped back out of the room and I shot Specs another quizzical look. "How'd Happy end up here? Spread too much sunshine through the world?"
"Bipolar disorder. You've seen him on a good day. On bad one's the boy never stops crying, and he packs a helluva punch."
"Guys, c'mon," Mush poked his head back into the room. "It's steak tonight."
"Oooo, yummy," Specs followed him out.
Oooo, steak... knives.
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Disclaimer: (Haha, Disney, you don't own it all!). Disney owns the rights to every single guy and person reconizible from the movie. I own Polecat and Duckie. Shortie, Queenie, Skylar, Ruin and Magic are owned by Shortie, FictionHobbit, Falco, Keza and Cards (in that order).
Thank you guys so much for letting me use your characters.
Next chapter (coming up very shortly), we'll meet some more of the guys, some girls and find out how they screwed up and sent to boarding school.
*2*
Our day starts at 6 a.m. You wake, wait for a shower, dress, eat breakfast and attend class. God, somebody kill me now.
Classes are held on the first floor, the baesment is where the cafeteria is and where all meals are eaten. The second floor is home to the boys dormitories, each room is set up for three or four boys. The third floor is for the girls. As told to me by the school counselor -Medda Larkson- 'The boys are on the bottom and the girls have on top.' I don't even think she knew the irony of her own sentence.
I sit on my bunk now and watch two of my room mates horseplay. One's a blonde and the other brunette, they both wear eye glasses. Medda told me their names, only I can't remember them. They told me they perfer Specs and Dutchy anyway.
Dutchy pinned Specs to the mattress, the boy on the bottom wriggled in attempts to get free. "So what'cha do to get sentenced to St. Vin's?"
I shrugged, "Shit."
He grinned, "Yeah, us too."
"'Cept you got paid fir it," Specs said.
The blonde shrugged, "Lots of sex with plenty of cash. Who'd pass that up?"
"What did you do, sell drugs?"
He laughed, "No, but I sucked them up like candy. Man, I did every fucking thing and never had enough cash. So I turned to turning trocks to get my shit. It didn't take long before I figured I like cash for sex instead of drugs."
"So you're a hooker?"
"I prefer man-slut. Give up, Specsie?"
The brunette finally stopped struggling and nodded, "I give."
Dutchy grinned wider and pressed his lips to the other boys. This site would of surely given my mother a massive heart attack, I however found it intriginb. No doubt that both my room mates are pretty nice looking.
"Dutch," a raven haired girl popped her head into the doorway. Dutchy glanced up and she motioned him forward. "C'mon, Oscar left his post, hurry up."
"Later babe, booty call awaits," he kissed Specs again and dashed from the room.
I turned to my remaining room mate with a quizzical look.
"That's Queenie," he explained.
"His girlfriend?"
"Casual sex."
"Oh. So then you two are together?"
He laughed, "Dutchy enjoys sex too much to keep one person. No, we're not a couple, casual sex."
"Ah. Did sex and drugs get you in this prison too?"
"No," he sat up and rolled his shirt sleeves to the elbows. On each arm were several long scars going crossways and up past where the shirt stopped. "It kinda freaks out your parents when you make art across your skin."
"Suicidal?"
"Nope, just thought it looked pretty."
"Hey guys," my third room mate, named Mush, skipped into the room. A huge smile was spread from ear to ear. He must of just got laid, nobody is that happy in general. "Dinner's on, you comin'?"
He skipped back out of the room and I shot Specs another quizzical look. "How'd Happy end up here? Spread too much sunshine through the world?"
"Bipolar disorder. You've seen him on a good day. On bad one's the boy never stops crying, and he packs a helluva punch."
"Guys, c'mon," Mush poked his head back into the room. "It's steak tonight."
"Oooo, yummy," Specs followed him out.
Oooo, steak... knives.
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Disclaimer: (Haha, Disney, you don't own it all!). Disney owns the rights to every single guy and person reconizible from the movie. I own Polecat and Duckie. Shortie, Queenie, Skylar, Ruin and Magic are owned by Shortie, FictionHobbit, Falco, Keza and Cards (in that order).
Thank you guys so much for letting me use your characters.
Next chapter (coming up very shortly), we'll meet some more of the guys, some girls and find out how they screwed up and sent to boarding school.
