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Post by Clay McKinley on Apr 8, 2016 2:18:13 GMT -5
The last few days had felt especially long for Clay. Packing, flights and everything in-between had worn down on him, but the worst part was he was already feeling a little homesick. He had barely left the county back in Utah, let alone travel several states over. It was a whole new culture he was about to experience and it was not one he expected to fit comfortably in.
Mom said to be optimistic though. Maybe this would be the chance to make new friends, turn over a leaf and just be happy in general. After all, Uncle Hyrum said that Bullworth was a place highly recommended by their cousins, so it must have some value behind it.
That's at least what he had to remind himself as he stepped off the bus, pulled out his bags and stood outside of the entrance of the place he would be living in for the next year. He wasn't quite sure what to expect when he arrived, so it was hard to say if he was impressed or disappointed. Maybe a little of both. The brochure made the school look a lot nicer than it actually was, but it wasn't in terrible condition either so he couldn't really complain. First impressions didn't always mean everything in his experience.
As he thought that, one of the bags he had stacked up slid off and fell to the ground.
"Darn it," he mumbled as he picked it back up and tried to think about how he was going to get all of this luggage through the campus. He didn't want to presume he would have someone else help him, so maybe he could do some creative weight management to move everything along. That wasn't his strongest quality, but it was better than nothing.
He just wondered what else would be in store for him as he started his time here...
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Post by Clay McKinley on Apr 8, 2016 2:53:15 GMT -5
As he continued to ponder over his predicament, he was suddenly surprised by a voice from behind.
"Mr. McKinley?" An inquisitive but firm voice said over his shoulder, causing Clay to jump slightly as he turned around. In front of him was an older woman, probably late forties or so, dressed in a neatly cleaned suit.
"Uh...yeah, that's me," Clay replied hesitantly.
"We've been expecting you," the woman said as she opened her arms and looked up nobly. "My name is Ms. Danvers and I would like to personally welcome you to Bullworth Academy." Clay wasn't sure if she expected a reaction from him, but she sighed and continued on. "I'm sure you'll be very happy here. Very happy INDEED," she stressed.
"Yeah..." Clay said. "I hope I can--"
"Anyway," Ms. Danvers interrupted. "There's plenty to do today and we simply can't waste time on chit chat. There's a wonderful man who needs my attention!"
Clay wasn't quite sure what to make from that segue, but he went along with it as she pointed towards the main schoolhouse in the center of the campus.
'The Headmaster is waiting for you in his study, Mr. McKinley," Ms. Danvers said. "Once everything has been finalized with your transfer, you'll be free to fully use everything Bullworth has at its disposal."
"That's gre--"
"Let's not keep Dr. Krabblesnitch waiting, Mr. McKinley. He has very important things to do andm as brilliant a man as he is, we shouldn't waste a second. Be on your way."
And with that, Ms. Danvers walked back into the campus...leaving Clay once again to tend with his luggage by himself. He sighed as he decided to just deal with it.
The walk towards the main building felt like an eternity as Clay struggled to pull the luggage through various steps while keeping things level before even arriving at the main building. He was just happy his biggest bags had wheels, but he could feel the stares and giggles of the students who were watching him.
And there were quite a few of those students all around, each more distinctive than the last. A lot of them color coordinated their uniforms, with some going for a green vest look while others specifically dressed in sportswear. He figured it just had to do with school spirit, but he had never encountered going to a private school like this before so he didn't know what to expect.
As he finally made his way up the steps of the main building, he pushed his way through the doors...and found that he had even more steps to go. He rolled his eyes and sighed as he picked up his luggage once again.
"You there!" Another voice called out from the side. Clay turned to see a finely dressed man, much younger than Ms. Danvers but still as authoritative, approach him looking at his bags. "What's the meaning of this?"
"...um..." Clay began with a confused tone. "I was told to meet Dr. Krabblesnitch here...is he...um...in?"
"His office is right up there," the man said pointing up to a doorway next to a trophy case on the second floor. "Why aren't those in your dorm?"
"Well I um...just moved here. I don't know where I'm supposed to put them yet."
"Ah," the man said. "As you were then."
And with that the man left Clay to once again struggle with his luggage alone. Clay groaned as he took in a deep breath and put in an effort to carry the luggage up the steps.
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Post by Clay McKinley on Apr 8, 2016 15:23:30 GMT -5
After some effort, Clay eventually made it to the second floor with all his luggage. He sighed as he wheeled it over near some chairs in the foyer for the Headmaster's office.
"Stop right there!" A man shouted out the doors.
Clay turned to see a couple of guys wearing white button up shirts drop a bag of marbles on the ground as they ran to the hallway nearby. Another one of the finely dressed men came running their direction, only to trip on the marbles and land on his back.
"Gah!" The man groaned as he struggled to get back up.
"Gregory!" A familiar voice said as Clay turned to see Ms. Danvers at the desk. "What the devil is happening out there?"
"Sorry, Ms. Danvers," Gregory replied putting a hand against his lower back. "Just a couple of troublemakers who vandalized the faculty lounge door."
"Well don't just stand there then! Go get them!"
"Yes, ma'am," Gregory sighed as he continued his pursuit for the two guys.
"You certainly took your sweet time," Ms. Danvers then said to Clay.
"Well I--" Clay began to say.
"Your excuse doesn't matter here. Dr. Krabblesnitch is waiting."
"...yes ma'am," Clay replied as he walked past the desk to a door in the back. This was certainly an interesting start to his year, so he could only hope meeting the Headmaster wouldn't make it worse.
He slowly opened the Headmaster's door and peeked inside to make sure he wasn't interrupting anything.
"Please come in," a barking voice inside said.
Clay opened the door all the way, revealing a very nicely decorated office with a wooden, rustic theme to it. At the big desk near the center was an older man Clay assumed was Dr. Krabblesnitch himself. And he certainly had a face to match the name, with his furrowed brow, heavy wrinkles and overall uptight appearance.
"So," Dr. Krabblesnitch continued. "You must be the 'McKinley' boy."
"Yes sir," Clay said meekly.
"Please have a seat," the headmaster replied motioning to a chair in front of the desk, which Clay did immediately. "Yes, your uncle said a lot about you in the letter he sent."
"He did?"
"Yes indeed. 'A model student.' 'Upstanding.' 'Nicest person you could have.' Glowing praise to be sure."
Clay smiled a little hearing his uncle had recommended him so highly.
"Of course, I'm sure he would preface the letter with such praise after sending us those monsters Jacob, David and Olivia."
The smile went away immediately. "Huh?" He replied.
"Your cousins, if I'm not mistaken. Horrible little miscreants, the lot of them. Constantly tardy, disrespectful to the staff, low grades, vandals. More than I can say in one little meeting. The day they left couldn't have come soon enough."
Clay sighed as he looked to the floor. Uncle Hyrum failed to mention that little detail.
"So," Dr. Krabblesnitch continued. "I'm more than a little wary when I hear more people from their family are coming to my school. Which is why I did a little digging and found out about your...incident."
Clay frowned. He knew that would come up at some point, so perhaps it was better to get it all out here.
"Tell me, does your uncle's words reflect the things I read about what happened that day?"
Clay shook his head.
"No it doesn't. It's deplorable behavior from everyone involved and we will have none of that in this school. Do you understand?"
Clay nodded.
"Good. I'm glad we're seeing eye to eye here. We have had our fair share of issues here in Bullworth, but our standard remains unwavering. We are instructing the minds of the next generation of businessmen, lawyers, doctors and other responsible upstanding citizens. We can't waste time with ruffians and hooligans. So you'll be a model student like your life depends on it. Have I made myself clear?"
"...yes sir."
"That's good to hear,' Dr. Krabblesnitch said as he stood up and walked towards Clay with a key in hand. "Now, your dorm number should be labeled on this key. There should be a uniform on the bed. We expect that you will adhere to the dress code every day."
Clay reached out to take the key from the headmaster, but the man retracted it at the last minute. "Let me reiterate one last time. This is a school of order. Rough housing has its place now and then, but we will expect you to keep to the rules. If you step out of line, you'll have to deal with me and it won't be as nice as this has been."
The thought lingered for a few second before the headmaster gave Clay the key. "Keep that nose clean boy...or we'll clean it for you." With that, the headmaster walked back to his desk.
Clay pocketed the key as he walked back out to his luggage. So...that's what he had to deal with? A legacy of bad students in his family in a place that seemed to be ran by stick up their butts and wild kids? It was going to be quite a year.
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Post by professorpineapple on Apr 19, 2016 11:22:30 GMT -5
((Idk who Greggory is but I'm guessing he's a prefect?))
"Watch the hair!" Josie snapped, pulling her arm away from the prefect. The older boy, Greggory, gave her a hard shove through the entrance to the Headmaster's office.
To Miss Danvers, he said: "The other one got away, but I caught this one."
"It wasn't me!" said Josie. "Honest!"
Miss Danvers looked up from her typing, and narrowed her eyes. The stocky girl tugged her leather jacket straight, and reached into her back pocket. She flicked opened a switchblade comb, and got to work on her short, slicked-back hair. From the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the new boy, taller than she was and surrounded by luggage. She sized him up with a hard look.
Fresh meat.
"Miss Fratelli." Miss Danvers said flatly. "Pleasure seeing you this early in the morning."
Josie walked up to Miss Danvers' desk, and leaned over casually with one elbow propped up on the dark wood. She put on a sympathetic little smile. "Miss, there's been a mistake. Your boy's supposed to be chasing down one of those bullying creeps. I was an innocent bystander, honest."
"She was running," Greggory said, folding his arms.
"Since when is running a crime?" Josie asked. "Coach is always telling me to run more. Says it'll keep me in good health. I should be praised for running."
Miss Danvers pulled on a tight smile. "Running outside is good for you. Running through the halls is a safety hazard. As is playing with marbles indoors. Go sit down and wait for the Headmaster."
She sounded so tired.
Josie leapt back from the desk and threw up her hands with too much gusto. She nearly hit the new boy standing not far behind her, but didn't seem to notice. "Miss Danvers! I have never touched a marble in my life! I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, I'm innocent!"
"Then why run?" Greggory asked smugly.
Josie thought for a moment. "...To get to class. Early."
Outside, a pair of boys in blue argyle ran by. One stopped to look around, caught sight of Josie standing inside the office and scowled. He grumbled something under his breath, shoved his hands into his pockets, and stalked off. His nose was crusted in drying blood.
Josie looked to Miss Danvers with pleading eyes. "Miss - "
"Sit. Down." Miss Danvers said. She waved a hand to the green sofa beside the doorway. Josie drew back her shoulders, and with a groan she went and plopped down on the sofa. Its springs creaked with her weight.
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