"that's it! I've had enough, you obviously cant cope here! You are going to be packed off to boarding school!" my dad shouted at me. We'd had an argument over school's, as you can tell, I lost.
I don't like school's, being bossed around and bullied. I know I need to learn but I wanted to do it my own way7. I got expelled for it, along side my best friend, Jake. So we are both being packed off to boarding school to learn how to 'behave'.
"Tim, TIM! We've arrived" Jake shouted in my ear. "Huh?" I replied. Looking up from where my head was hanging, I'd fallen asleep. I looked out of the window. It looked just like one of those prisons you see in horror movies. Grey, cold, crumbling walls, bared windows, locked gates and a old white (well was, now a disgusting yellow fading colour) sign reading "Jasper's Academy for Misbehaving Boys". Great. We followed the crowd of boys to the entrance. Most of the guys had skin heads, tattoo's, mussels and looked rough, mean and slight terrifying. we both looked and felt out of place.
Unlike these guys, I have longish floppy (but not greasy), brown hair and 'stunning' green eyes, a light tan (which lasts all year round meaning I am always asked if I have been to visit some random hot place) and a good looking six pack. A girl magnet is what Jake calls me.
As you can tell my name is Tim but I'm going to skip telling you about my family, their horrid and not worth the space, also they're really not important or part of my life now. I've left them behind.
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