Campbelle Academy

Chapter 1: The Transfer

"Come in, Mr.Raford will see you now" A woman in a blazer said in a flat tone. Bailey stood up from the chair, heading into the office where a man in his mid 40's with a not to pleased expression, greeted him.

"Take a seat" he said, his voice not even hiding a hint of dissapointment. Bailey sighed and took a seat in the cheap office chair. "Bailey..." He started with a tired tone "It shows that you have impressive grades, yet you've skipped multiple classes and have not paid any attention during lessons. Not to mention you've bad mouthed towards your teachers and peers. What is going on?"
Bailey didn't reply right away "It's too easy" he said, causing the principal to raise an eyebrow

"Come again?" Bailey looked at him "It's too easy. The lessons are too simple, the exams are easy to pass and the homework is child's play, yet the teachers treat me as if I'm some stupid kid who couldn't get the simplest question" Bailey exclaimed in a not very endearing tone which made the Principal sigh, causing him to look older.

"I see, well that gives no right to just lash out at your teachers for doing their job. They take time out of their day to educate students. I've contacted your parents and we've made a decision that'll benefit you and your education." He said and handed a stack of papers that were stapled. "What's this?" Bailey began to ask but Mr.Raford interrupted "Those are papers of acceptance to a new school, an academy to be exact. Campbelle Academy" He said dismissing him.

The sentence rang in his head throughout the day; Bailey will have to transfer to Campbelle Academy, a prestige school? Sure he hated the school he was in to the very core, but he had made close ties with his friends and he's just going to up and leave them behind because of the decision his parents made with the principal? The end of his school was decided by the bell, which usually was a ticket to a lazy night with friends, was now like a parting present of his crappy school and close friends.

The walk to his house was quiet and solemn, his thoughts filled with outraged emotions towards his parents. "Why would they transfer me? Screw the school, I don't want to leave the friends I've made" he muttered to himself as he kicked a lazily tossed can down the concrete streets of London.

Bailey entered his home, the familiar quiet empty living room was filled with his parents looking at him. His father's grey steel eyes locked onto his light honey coloured ones. "Bailey, you heard about your transfer right?" He said with a firm tone "of course I did" Bailey retorted, not hiding the ice in his voice. "Do not speak to us like that, you're attitude can't be tolerated anymore. I mean calling your English teacher an 'illiterate f-' " Bailey's father interrupted "Christina enough. Now Bailey, it's obvious you never liked any of the schools we've enrolled you in previously, so we decided that Campbelle Academy will be good. I know it'll be pricey but we'll manage somehow" he stated, his mother nodding "we'll be leaving tomorrow morning, now no leaving the house until then. You can say your goodbyes to your friends before we leave" And just like that, it was over. It was decided and there wasn't any way to change their mind.

In the morning, Bailey said goodbyes to his friends, most of them encouraging him and saying it's only for two semesters. After packing his suitcase into the car, he looked back at his house. It was old, worn but homey. With all the drama and many fun times he had there seemed different from the concrete streets of London, it now looks like any normal scenery among the crowded streets of London.