Two Years Later

Morgan slumped in his seat. "Mom, why do I have to go here?" Morgan asked. His mother took the cigarette out of her mouth and exhaled deeply. "Because, kid, your father is dead, and now I don't have to pretend to love you." said Morgan's mom with her raspy voice (which comes from lung problems). Morgan tried to fight back a sob. He knew she never loved him. Now his life was falling apart because his father recently was killed in a firefight somewhere in the Middle East. Morgan's dad was a Corporal in the Army. Morgan's father always gave him words of wisdom, and Morgan remembered the last ones he heard him say. "You know, Morgan, history repeating itself is a good thing sometimes." He never quite understood that phrase. Morgan hoped he could find its true meaning someday. Morgan woke up from his self-thoughts when his mom yelled "Hey Morgue! We're here now!" He hated it when she called him that awful name. Morgan's mother probably called that because she wanted him to die. It made sense. Morgan was just a huge burden to carry in his mom's eyes. The eyes that are always bloodshot from alcohol and tobacco. Morgan stepped out of the silver pickup truck that had so many good memories of his dad. They used to go hunting all the time back in Oregon. Morgan grabbed his blue felt backpack out of the car and his mom immediately drove off. "Look at the bright side; you don't have to see that lame excuse for a parental figure for a whole year." Morgan murmured to himself.

He just began to walk toward the front gate when Morgan noticed some graffiti on wall that stated "Again? Never!" Morgan was confused at what this meant and figured it would make sense later on in his enrollment.

Morgan was snapped back into reality when a middle-aged woman in a power suit walked up to him.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Wallace. Now head to Dr. Crabblesnitch's office immediately."

"Crabblesnitch?" Morgan thought. "I sure hope his name doesn't reflect on his personality."

"Just go straight ahead and it's the office on the second floor, right after you get off the stairs." said the lady.

"Thanks, Miss, uh…" Morgan searched her suit for a nameplate. "Danvers! That's it." Morgan's head popped right up as soon as he saw the tag.

As soon as Morgan stepped out into the main courtyard of the school, he was already getting bad in to vibes from the place. People of all shapes, sizes, and personalities were here. He could already begin to tell who was against whom. The area was masked in a light, putrid scent of garbage. The smaller students were being teased and chased by taller ones in white polo shirts. The only kids that looked half decent were the ones just wearing their uniforms and trying to get along with their schoolwork. One unfortunate child was stuffed in a trash bin, with his hands behind his back, so he couldn't pry his way out.

"What the heck! I'll get you for that, Dan!" screamed the nerdy looking kid in his abnormally high voice.

Morgan figured this "Dan" kid wasn't a friend of the trash-can student.

Morgan continued to slowly walk towards the main building, trying to look natural. But he couldn't, he was scared out of his mind. Even though Morgan's father had taught him some basic fighting maneuvers, Morgan never, ever wanted to use them.

A significantly chubby kid approached him.

"Hi, new kid!" said the boy.

"Uh, hey." was all Morgan was able to get out.

"My name's Ray and you are?"

"Morgan. I just got here. I'm on my way to the headmaster's office."

"Well, see you around, Morgan." said Ray

"Okay, you too Ray." said Morgan as he started to walk away.

Morgan began to think that this school may not be all that bad. He opened the doors to the main building. The place was four stories high. "That just means a lot more classes" thought Morgan. He walked up the first flight of stairs and reached the office. Morgan saw Miss Danvers waiting there.

"There you are, Mr. Wallace. Dr. Crabblesnitch is right in there." she motioned for Morgan to keep walking forward.

Morgan stepped through the door and saw the headmaster sitting at his grand desk.

"Ah, yes, Mr. Wallace. Please take a seat."

Morgan did so.

"I see that your family has been having some 'hard times' lately." said Dr. Crabblesnitch.

"Story of my life…" murmured Morgan.

"What was that?" replied Dr. Crabblesnitch.

"Yes sir, very much." said Morgan.

"Let me remind you that our financial support is a privilege." boomed the headmaster.

"Of course, sir." acknowledged Morgan

"Remember, Mr. Wallace, just as I said to my greatest student, keep your nose clean, or we will clean it for you. Go immediately to your dorm room and get changed into your uniform. You may leave now."

"Thank you, sir." said Morgan.

"Make sure to attend all your classes!" said the headmaster as Morgan began to walk out.

Morgan heard that order loud and clear. His dad would never approve Morgan cutting class. Morgan walked down the stairs and headed out the door. Once again the mayhem continued, and those white-polo kids were the main cause of it. Now he was starting to stand out. Morgan wanted to get to that dorm as fast he could. He wondered if running was forbidden at Bullworth. As Morgan began to pick up the pace, he bumped into a tall figure wearing a blue suit.

"Watch your step, child!" boomed the man. "Bullworth Academy prefects are to be respected! Understand!"

"Yes, sir" said Morgan. His father always taught him to be polite to authorities, even if they were a bit snobbish.

The man started to walk away. Morgan turned the corner to go to the dorm and saw about 5 kids in leather jackets by the entrance. Morgan held his breath as he approached them.

"Hey, look, it's the new kid." said one of them in his very macho, Italian voice.

"Maybe he's like Jimmy, Peanut." said another

"Whatever." said Peanut "Let's see if he can fight!"

"I'll take him." said one of them as he emerged from the crowd wearing a jean jacket. He put up his fists.

"And this is only self defense." thought Morgan as he did the same.

"Lefty, Lefty, Lefty." the students began to chant.

Lefty threw a hard right hook, which pelted Morgan in the hips. Letting out a groan, Morgan retaliated with a high kick that knocked Lefty right in the face. Lefty barley flinched as his eye began to swell up. Then Lefty grabbed Morgan by his shirt collar and started giving quick but accurate jabs to Morgan's head.

"Now this is what I call a beat down!" screamed Lefty as he continued to pound Morgan. With each direct hit Morgan dropped lower until he fell down on his knees.

Lefty instantly saw this opportunity and paced back a few steps, ready to kick Morgan's head like a soccer ball.

Morgan was now on his hands as well as his knees. His dad told him a story of how he got out a sticky situation like this. It was when he was on his two month leave.

"One time in a city in Yemen, some hooded men showed up and began shooting everything in sight. As one of these men was charging at me with a knife, I simple used my ranged weapon, which at the time was a sub-machine gun. When someone is in motion, even the slight objects can inflict heavy damage."

Morgan quickly scanned the immediate area for anything he could throw. Nothing was in sight. Morgan saw a large twig and promptly reached for it.

But it was too far away. Lefty was running in his direction very fast.

Then Lefty's right shoe connected with Morgan's chin. Morgan then fell on his stomach like a sack of potatoes.

The greasers began to cheer. Lefty threw his arms up in victory.

"And that's how I roll." said Lefty to Morgan's limp body. But Morgan didn't hear it. He was out cold.