St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen

Chapter One

My heart beat as the sweat peeled down my forehead.

Jackson sprinted across the oval and finished at the finishing line before any of us had gotten halfway. I eventually got to the finishing line with three minutes till the bell. I walked to my sports bag and pulled out my towel. I wiped the sweat away, placed the towel in the bag, swung it on my back and walked to the cafeteria. As I reached the large white building, the principal stormed out.

"Mike Anders you get your stuff and meet me in my office" he yelled.

I walked past the cafeteria, to the large boarding house. I walked to my room, picked up my bag, and stuffed all the clothes that we're lying on the ground. I zipped up the bag and walked to the principal's office.

"You wrote 'Mr Green is a dick' on his car."

"So? What do you plan to do about it?" I asked.

He picked up a piece of paper and said, "You've been exchanged. You're going to St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen."

"I don't want to go to some Christian school. Or a unisex school."

"You're going to fit in there" he laughed.

"How will I get there?"

"Your getting a bus. It's two or three hours away, in the small city of Trinian's Lake. I'm amazed you haven't heard of it."

I walked out of the school and down the street, towards the edge of the town. I caught the next Greyhound bus and listened to my iPod as the bus drove out of the town and up the highway.

I hoped off the bus at the bus stop in the centre of Trinian's Lake.

I walked down the main street. Everyone I saw I asked a question, "Where can I find St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen?" Some ignored me; others just looked and ran away.

Finally I ran into a girl my age, 16, who told me the school was outside the city, in a forest on the shore of the lake. The girl's name was Bella. I thanked her and walked down the road where I eventually found a small road with four signs. The first one said, Roger's Road. The second one said; don't go down there, at all. The third said, Come down and we'll kill you! The fourth said, Down there is St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen. There was graffiti on the fourth sign that said, Please don't go down there. Really don't go down there.

I walked down Roger's Road, which had a forest on both signs. The road was short but it took ages as it had what felt like hundreds of corners.

Halfway down the road I reached a large gate. Welcome to St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen written on the top. The gate looked rusted and broken, like it was bashed by hockey and lacrosse sticks.

I walked through the gateway and soon I reached a large clearing at the edge of the lake. The clearing was filled with three buildings. There was a boat house, a sports shed and a large Victorian house. The house looked like it had two floors and an attic. A couple of windows in the house were smashed.

What is this place, I thought. Most school's I'd been too we're large and had ten or more buildings. It wouldn't be too hard to get expelled from his place I thought, but soon I found it was impossible to get expelled.

I entered the house through a large door at the front.

The first room I entered was the admin office. It was small and had a desk in front of a hallway. Along the side of the wall were four chairs.

A receptionist sat at the desk.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" I asked the receptionist.

She didn't reply so I looked closer. She was asleep at her desk. I walked down the hallway towards a door with Headmaster written on it.

I knocked on the door and heard someone call out, "Enter."

I entered a large room. There was a desk and someone sat at it on a chair that was facing the window behind the desk. Smoke rose from the chair.

"Sit down."

I sat down and the floor. The floor was covered with a carpet that had a hexagon on it, which was half blue, half grey, with a black R in the centre. The carpet wasn't clean, it was covered in what looked like beer, sprites and rum stains.

"We had a party here" the voice from the chair sat.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"You are Mike Anders?"

"Yes" I replied.

"You know me."

"I do?" I was confused.

The chair turned around and I saw a tall, thin man, with jet black hair (like mine, but straight, while mine is rough and messy) and a clean-shaved face. In his mouth was a cigar. In his hand was a bottle of Bundaberg Rum.

"Uncle Arthur?"

Arthur Anders was my father's identical twin brother; the only difference was that Arthur was gay, while dad was straight.

"Hello Mike."

"What are you doing here, I thought you were the principal of Roma Street Academy?"

"I was, but I never told the family I changed schools. They would disown me."

I nodded.

"Welcome to St Roger's School for Young Gentlemen. Thomas!"

The door opened and a boy a year older than me, with straight, brown hair entered.

"Yes sir?" he asked.

"Please take Mike up to the attic."

"Come with me" the boy, Thomas said.

I followed him outside to the admin. Thomas opened a door with the word, stair, on it. He climbed the stairs till we reached a door with attic written on it. He opened the door and we stepped into a large room.

I was surprise by the size of the attic, it was huge. The sides were lined with beds. Every so often there was a blue or white cloth divided the beds.

Thomas told me the school body was divided into groups. The first group were the Emos, who slept in black, coffin shaped beds. The second were the Naturists, who slept next to trees and plants. There were also the Geeks, who had large computers and video games hooked up on the walls; the Drama Kings, who had masks on the wall; the Outlaws, who had plans for banks on the walls; the Sporties, who were fit and had a mini gym; the Alcoholics, who were running a min pub; the Hs ("What are the Hs?" I asked Thomas. "They're the Homosexuals, or gays, but they hate that, so we just call them the Hs), who had photos of male models on the walls; and the Ms (Metrosexuals) who each had a large wardrobe next to there beds.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"You are here. Your uniform is on the bed."

Thomas turned and walked off towards some of the Outlaws.

I looked at the uniform; it was only a white shirt with the St Roger's symbol and a tie in the St Roger's colour, blue and grey.

I looked around and saw that the other boys wore black, skinny jeans that were ripped.

A bell rang and all the boys moved down the stairs.