Big Choda
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Post by Big Choda on Apr 24, 2012 13:13:11 GMT -5
The morning classes had already started and in several minutes the whole campus was empty apart from the Prefects who were walking around looking for truant students. Inside the Autoshop, hidden from the Prefects who normally didn't wander there, four Greasers were hanging out having decided to skip the year's first classes. Greasers were known as kids who didn't care much about school as most of them already had future jobs as mechanics of motor vehicles. The only member of the clique who was rarely ever truanting was Lucky De Luca, the most mature of the bunch.
Peanut shook his hands clenched in one another and released them, dropping dice on the floor. Not knowing what else to do, Johnny, Peanut, Lefty and Ricky decided to kill time by playing craps. The result on the dice was seven, and Ricky happily collected his money.
"Fuck this game", said Johnny. "It's damn boring."
"What are we gonna do then? You think we should go to class?", asked Peanut putting dice in his pocket.
"I have Physics next so fuck it", said Lefty putting a cigarette in his mouth.
"We could go into town and get a pizza or something", suggested Ricky. "I'm itchin' to try out the fixes Toby did on my bike."
"Hey I heard a new kid came.", said Peanut.
"Yeah I saw him.", said Lefty. "Some black kid. Trent and his airhead buddies tried to harass him but the guy took'em down no problem."
"Last thing we need is another Jimmy Hopkins", said Johnny. "C'mon, let's go get that pizza."
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scg25
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Post by scg25 on Apr 24, 2012 18:16:45 GMT -5
(Fixed, and I wrote that when I got back from work. So I was tired as hell and didn't give much attention to it)
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Big Choda
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Post by Big Choda on Jun 5, 2012 12:14:08 GMT -5
Jermaine used to be truant a lot back on West Coast, but now he decided to make a good impression in Bullworth, at least with the faculty. The first class of the year was Chemistry, a class Jermaine normally hated, but the fact that the teacher of the subject was Dr. Watts, a guy whose brain was messed up by all the chemical fumes he'd inhaled while mixing them, was the reason most students, even the Bullies, had decent grades in the subject. With a teacher such as Dr. Watts, it was not particularly difficult to cheat without being noticed.
The ring of the bell marked the end of class and Jermaine was the first one to leave the classroom. He put his textbook in his locker, satisfied that it was not already broken into. It's not that it really had anything worth stealing however, as Jermaine knew well that kids at Bullworth liked to steal each other's stuff. That's why he kept everything he deemed important in his dorm room, and apparently he didn't find textbooks important.
Muttering a freestyle to himself, he walked to the cafeteria in a relaxed, hands in the pockets manner. He hadn't already eaten his breakfast and was feeling a little hungry so he was eager to see what kind of food Bullworth offered. Lance was already there, sitting at one of the tables and eating a home-made sandwich.
"Hey", said Jermaine approaching. "Anything here to eat?"
"What do you think?", asked Lance, pointing to Edna. "The shit that Edna makes has all kinds of gross stuff in it. Rumor is that she puts rats in the food, so unless you wanna get sick for a test or sumthin' you better stay away from the school food like everybody else."
"Nasty. How come she ain't fired?"
"Nobody really knows 'cept the students. I mean, the staff actually eat that, and I think that's the reason kids didn't rat out Edna already."
"Now, how 'bout you show me around, man?"
They made their way to the fountain with the statue of the Mascot, going past the Library instead of the parking lot in order to escape the Bullies. When they reached the Mascot, Lance said:
"Right, now the first clique I should tell you about is Nerds. Along with us non-clique students they're on the bottom here. They're all geeky and teachers pets and everything, you know. Their turf is the Library. Then we have the Bullies, which is basically just a gang of morons who pick on weaker kids. The other cliques don't mess with them because they're headed by Russell, now that guy is scary. You know that huge guy who always hangs out by the gate?"
"Yeah, I saw him."
"Well that's Russell. He's like the strongest kid around here since Jimmy left, I'll tell you about him later, but also as dumb as a rock, heh-heh."
Jermaine didn't find the joke funny and Lance quickly continued.
"Next, the Preps. Those are the rich, spoiled kids with big inbred families, you get the point. They live in Harrington House over there. Old Bullworth Vale is basically all Preppy and the upper area is where their fancy mansions are. Their sworn enemies are Greasers, since they all live in New Coventry, which is a dump. They're all 1950's like, y'know, leather jackets and greased hair. They hang by the Autoshop and basically everything they do daily is either fixing bikes or riding bikes. And finally, the Jocks. They're the strongest clique here and all play for the school's football team. So that's about it."
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scg25
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Post by scg25 on Jul 17, 2012 16:38:45 GMT -5
Michael entered the cafeteria right after the bell rang. Michael was great at school work, although he was a jock he was nothing short of a genius. When he entered the cafeteria he stuck out like a sore thumb, he was big at about 6'1" and two hundred something pounds, and in this crowd you could spot Michael a mile away despite the fact that Ted, and Damon were also in the room he had a face you couldn't forget. Michael went to the Jock table to greet them. Despite being somewhat new he was considered a friend of the Jocks, because of the fact that he was sarcastic, funny, and a blast to have around. Also because they could ask him for help on schoolwork instead of their sworn enemies.
Ted turned to Michael, "Hey, what's up Milky?" He joked. Michael smiled. "The sky." Was his short reply.
"What I don't get it?" Ted's confusion for such an obvious joke made Michael laugh harder. Not because the joke was really funny, but because of his reaction.
"I see your brain cells are intact," Michael replied with a laugh. Ted playfully punched Michael on the shoulder. "Hey, who's that new kid with Lance?" Damon broke into their conversation. The Jocks stared at the new kid, drooling like hungry Pitbulls so to speak. Michael recognized this look from their face when they first meeting with his brother.
"Let's go see what's up with this kid," Ted said, him and Damon walked over to the new kid. Leaving Michael sitting at the table. This is gonna be funny. Michael thought, watching on with interest.
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