Discipline

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Bex was shaking, looking up at the large boarding school her parents had sent her off to, basically because they were fed up with her attitude. What the hell was up with her attitude? It was perfectly fine; they were the ones with an attitude problem, not her! She was glad to be away from them anyway, they only irritated her with their constant nagging and questioning;"Bex, where were you last night?" "You have to stop hanging out with that crowd, Bex, they're no good." "Bex, don't you think you should do more of an effort with your GCSEs?" "Rebecca, this is the last straw, what did I say about drinking to the early hours of the morning?! You're only 16!" Fuck them and their opinions! She could do what the hell she wanted! She liked to party, so what?

So she ended up at Kingsley Disciplinary School, that's what; where all teenage pains were sent. Great. Fan-bloody-tastic! Bex grumpily dragged my suitcases up the small hill that led to the grey, prison-like building. This was no place for someone like her. This was a place for tattoo ridden, hard gangsters and drug addicts, not a place for a petite blonde who liked to party. But Bex knew she couldn't appear weak, oh no, not there. So she held her head high as she entered through the main entrance and entered the queue of teenagers who were obviously in her position, according to the sign:

Winter Term New Arrivals.

She looked around her, feeling a little better. At least she wasn't alone in being new. There were about five other newbies around her age, the others were younger. Bex examined the other five her age. One was a giant. He was huge (in both ways). He looked tough. He wore a grey vest top, showing off muscly arms, and had a badly done sleeve tattoo. He also had a face full of piercings, and on top that, a skinhead. Bex frowned – she already scribbled him off her list of possible acquaintances while she attended this place. Another had long, dark hair, and was so pale he could pass off as a ghost. He looked seriously spaced out, and it wouldn't surprise Bex if he was here because he was a druggie. The other three were girls. One was tanned - of the fake kind - bleach blonde, greasy hair, and...Well, to Bex she looked like a right slut. Another looked like the druggie's female counterpart; beyond stoned, her hair a dark purple and looked unhealthy; and the third girl looked... normal. She had red hair, and freckly skin, and looked like the quiet kind that read books and painted... That was until the male druggie accidentally bumped into her and she started screaming at him like a banshee. Anger Management, Bex presumed.

"Welcome to Kingsley Disciplinary School." a man, who Bex assumed to be the headmaster started to speak. "You've all been sent here for some reason or another, but that reason doesn't matter. What we aim to do is to help you move forward in life, however hard that task may be. Now you will all leave your mobile phones over here. You're not allowed them during the week, only on weekends, you and your bags will be searched for any kind of contraband, and of course, you will receive your schedules before getting your room number. You will all share a room with another student, and there will be no girls going to the boys' wings, or boys to the girls' wings. You will get other rules tonight at assembly, at 7 pm. If you miss it, you will get detention. You will now hand your mobiles in and queue to be searched." he walked off. Bex already hated the place, and him.

"So, d'ya think there'll be any fit birds joining this term?" Liam heard his roommate, Dave, ask. Dave was your typical petty criminal. He got sent to the Hell Hole that was Kingsley Disciplinary School, because his friends had pressured him to steal a bar of chocolate from the local corner shop, and his mum had a freak out. He was the joke of the school, and it didn't help he was a fat ginger kid who was a about a foot shorter than all the other boys his age.

"Mate, doesn't matter if they're fit, they'll all be bloody insane." Liam muttered, as he lay on his back on the bed, throwing and catching a small ball continuously. Liam had been at the school since he was twelve, and pretty much knew the place inside out. He was sent there after he flipped out at his old school, and drew a knife at a guy - no biggie. He grew to become numb to the place – with the occasional flash of pure hatred whenever something particularly shitty happened.

"So?" Dave shrugged. He had the impression that sanity wasn't a concern for his womanizing roommate.

"So, do you think I want another Stacey Smith incident?" Stacey Smith was Liam's ex-girlfriend. She had been sent to the school for her short temper, and it showed; but she was beautiful, with her chocolate brown eyes, and dark hair and complexion. She had set her sights on Liam, and he, being a foolish boy, had agreed to go out with her. She was possessive and irritating though, and he tried to break up with her. She went mental, and managed to get a few good hits on him. Liam didn't know what made her so attached to him – after all, he had cheated on her for the good half of their relationship, and made it pretty obvious. Anyway, he, obviously, with his temper, grabbed her wrists and twisted them as she moved to hit him again, bruising them pretty badly. They got two hours in the isolation room every evening for two weeks for that, one of the worst punishments available... apart from being transferred to Juvy.

"True... just go for someone with a decent temper this time." Dave smirked.

"How about you lose some weight?" Liam muttered. He didn't particularly like Dave, not because Dave was uncool, but because he was so Goddamn annoying.

"Well, that was mean." Dave muttered.

"Yeah, that's life." Liam sighed, losing his patience, and caught the ball one last time before sitting up on his bed. Without another word to Dave, he grabbed his cigarettes from his cluttered desk and climbed out of the window, to the fire escape, where everyone went to smoke. It was ridiculous, really, that the school didn't put security cameras on the fire escape of everywhere, and that they didn't notice nearly all the students sneaked cigarettes and drugs with them in their underwear. It was fucking obvious! Half the students stank of it. But Liam was glad they were oblivious – smoking made the place a tiny bit more bearable.

Liam noticed his friend Harry Andrews sitting not too far away on the staircase and sat next to him. Harry looked like Liam's opposite in every way possible, but by now, everyone knew they were like twins - practically inseparable and told each other everything. They were brothers.

"Alright, mate?" Liam asked him, letting the frustration he had towards his roommate fizzle out a bit.

"Would be better if we didn't have to return to this shithole." Harry muttered. Harry was a year older than Liam but had started the same year as Liam had. Harry had gone there for stealing money from his parents, who were pretty rich. Not just the average five pound note like other kids though, he stole thousands, and spent it all on shit like drugs and alcohol. His parents flipped – they were outraged that their sweet, innocent thirteen-year-old was taking drugs and sent him straight to Kingsley.

"Know what you mean. Don't know if I can stand another term of the Fat Ginger Midget as a roommate." Liam smirked, lighting his cigarette.

Harry laughed, "You're never in your room anyway! You're almost always in the girls' wing, sleeping 'round."

"Says you! Caught an STD yet?" Liam teased.

"No, but you should probably check your balls after fucking Camel-Toe Tilly." Harry said, looking disgusted at his blonde friend.

"She came on to me, ok! I'm a 16 year old guy with needs! If a bitch offers, I will accept!" Liam said defensively.

"That was so sexist!" Harry laughed.

"Meh, I've said worse." Liam shrugged, taking a drag.

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