Hello guys! Me again writing another "page" if you'd say of this hopefully successful story. Well that's what I actually want to talk about, my story hasn't been getting a lot of reviews or views. And it's not because that no one is interested in my story, just I've been seeing stories as little as 4 hours appearing on the top, but mine have been here for days and it hasn't been on the board. Hopefully updating will fix it and if not I might have to re-upload. If it doesn't then I'll ask what the problem is. Anyway here's the continuation of where it left off. Hope you enjoy! This will be longer than last page.

"Let me show you the dorms", Floyd said.

Him and Franklin walked out of the main building to the center between two buildings. He looked over at a large two story building, "Over there is the Girls Dorm".

He looked at Franklin who had a grin on his face. "Oh no, do not go in there. If any of the monitors catch you.." he said with fear in his voice.

"Chill out, nigga, don't give yourself a heart attack."

Floyd's eyes widened at the word Franklin just called him, "Did you just call me a ni.. nig.."

Franklin spoke up, "Yeah, yeah don't repeat it. Now where's this Boys Dorm they told me about? I need to unpack," he said lifting his suitcase slightly.

"Just over there. Here I'll guide you," Floyd assured him.

Floyd and Franklin walked toward the smaller building and up the stairs when all of a sudden.."Hey, new kid, do you know what time it is? Yep time for a beat down".

Franklin turned around to see five white shirted boys blocking the entrace into the Boys' Dorm courtyard.

"Floyd, hold my bag," Franklin said shoving his suitcase into Floyd's chest and walking down the stairs.

"Get the new kid, beat him down!" one of them yelled. The boy started to swing immediately, only getting Franklin once on his right eye. Franklin tackled the boy and began to rapidly punch him. Blood started trickling out of the boys nose and mouth. Another boy joined in after seeing the state his friend was in. The boy threw Franklin off of his friend and onto the ground hard. He kicked Franklin in the stomach a few times before picking him up and pinned Franklin's arms behind his back as the other boy got up. Franklin struggled to get out of his hold as the bleeding boy began to punch Franklin in his gut. Franklin didn't usually fight dirty, but in this case he had to. When the boy came to strike again he kicked the boy in the crotch and got loose of the other boys grip who was holding him and elbowed him in the face. He punched the boy in the temple and knocked him out. Another one jumped in but before he was able to strike, a large student in a Bullworth jacket with a paddle came running toward them.

"Hey break it up before I send you to the Principal's office!" One of them threw a brick at him and took off running. The student chased him pulling out a walkie talkie.

"The suspect is running toward the parking lot.."

Floyd pulled Franklin up the steps, "That was a prefect, they're basically the on school police. Don't let them see you break any rules or they'll hurt you".

The two of them walked into the building. Franklin was disgusted by the place. Broken walls, rats, broken windows, and spray painted walls. Even jail was a better place than this dump. The only decent part of this place was the few paintings in there. But even they were spray painted with devil horns and gap teeth and funny moustaches.

"You have a nasty cut across your eye, something to drink might dull the pain, follow me". Franklin followed Floyd into the lobby, this part was certainly nicer than the rest of the building. It had a soda machine, a T.V., an arcade machine and a poker table.

"Here," Floyd said handing Franklin a drink.

"Thanks, dawg". Franklin gulped the soda. "Now where's my room at?" Franklin asked.

"Ah, yes. Let me see your schedule". Franklin pulled the paper out of his jeans and handed it to Floyd.

"Looks like me and you share a room. This way". Franklin walked into a medium sized room with two beds. The beds were placed next to each other with about four feet of space inbetween them, in that space was a table with drawers. Above each the beds were two windows. On the right side of the room there was a large wardrobe with five drawers.

"You should probably change into your uniform if you don't want to get in trouble. I'll let you change," Floyd walked out and closed the door. Franklin walked toward the wardrobe and opened it. A small brown teddy bear fell out, Franklin lightly chuckled at it. He pulled out the new set of clothes in the closet. A white button up, dark blue Bullworth vest with the crest of a fist on it, and dark grey khakis.

Franklin walked over to the mirror and looked at himself. "Boy I really look like a loser in this. If the guys back in Los Santos saw me in this they'd never let me live this down, they'd probably jump me, again".

Franklin walked out of the room and went to the lobby and saw Floyd sitting on the couch watching the T.V. He walked over to him, "How do I look?"

Floyd turned around and observed Franklin. "Better than me, at least". "This kid has no confidence in himself" Franklin thought.

"Listen I need to go to the library for my books, can you show me?" Franklin asked. "Sure, let's go" Floyd said. Floyd got up and walked toward the door with Franklin right behind him.

Michael

"Who the hell does that kid think he is!?" Michael said walking back and forth of the clubhouse at the football field.

"Don't let it get to you babe, he's new," said his girlfriend, Amanda.

Amanda knew exactly who Michael was speaking about, that new kid whom she thought was cute.

"I don't fucking care! He embarrassed me in front of everyone. I should've closed his mouth for him. Now everyone will think I'm a joke!" Michael punched the locker which made Amanda jump a bit. She hated seeing Michael like this, especially since he didn't really think straight when he was angry and she was afraid that he'd haul off and accidentally harm her.

"Michael I guarantee that no one thinks less of you".

"How do you know?" He looked at her, "I got told off by a new kid. And I did nothing but walk away. Am I going soft?" he said to himself.

Amanda got up and walked over to him, holding his face. "Listen to me. Just because one little kid got away with telling you off doesn't mean the rest of the losers are going to grow a pair. You're still the meanest, toughest person at this school".

He smiled, "Well okay, if you say so".

She kissed him. "Well got to go babe" she said as she pulled away from him. "Cheerleading practice starts in a few and I don't want to keep my girls waiting. Love you," she blew a kiss then walked out of the door. Michael was alone. He was tired and after the day he had, he could use a nap.

Michael sat down on the bed and pulled his phone out. He went through his contacts and called Kyle Chavis, his "second in command" if you'd say.

"Hello?" a tired sounding voice on the other side said.

"Kyle, it's Mike".

"Mike! Hey, what's up?"

Michael sighed, "There's this new kid around. It's not important now but tell the guys that he isn't welcome in the Gym area."

Kyle raised his eyebrows "Wow, you don't seem to happy. Alright, I'll let everyone know."

"Alright, thanks. Later," Michael hung up. He was even more tired than before. He slipped his shoes off and laid down. "You better watch your back kid" he said to himslelf, referring to Franklin. He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Okay, so while writing this I figured out why my story hasn't been on the board. I think the problem was that the original rating was M, when it's supposed to be K+ to Teen. Anyway I hope you liked this and from the looks of it, shit is about to go down. Have a nice day!