"So, all the little moments... they just don't matter to you?"
"Of course they do! It's just that it's not... right. We will never be a match."
"Why does it always have to be what others view us as? Can't we just like each other without you worrying...
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Ashton Sawyer never once thought in his whole life that being shipped into a boarding school could change his life.
And it happened in the most weirdest ways possible.
You see, Ashton was what you would call a bad boy... he bullied poor kids, he got into a lot of fights, he smoked and even got in a fight with a teacher, which ended in a pretty bloody mess. The last one was exactly the reason why he was transferred into a new school for, like, the hundredth time. Again.
The only things he didn't do was beat up girls or any other females and take drugs, because he just don't see the point of taking them when he still wanted to keep his sanity intact.
Anyway, this time, his parents, who were hardly around to care enough about him, decided it would be better to transfer him into Wellsworth Academy, the most popular boarding school that has the highest ranking in disciplinary in the whole Wesseltown.
He could feel the excitement that was bubbling inside him when his parents dropped the news on him like a heavy bomb.
He almost felt like he wanted to die out of misery.
Right after a week of Ashton being expelled from his latest school, Wesseltown High, his parents told him the news that he never thought could possibly happen. They were going to transfer him to Wellsworth Academy (on exactly his nineteenth birthday, mind you)... at this, he knew he had gone too far.
Alright, so maybe he already wanted to change... but it was the teacher's fault for blaming him on things he didn't do!
Being transferred to that school would be like a nightmare.
From what he had heard from his friends, every single person that moved to that school, either they be bad or good, turned obedient and disciplined only after a few weeks of staying there. Like do they give pills that turned the students into zombies or what?
Either way, he was not happy at all about his parents' plans... what were they thinking?
Now here he was, staring out of the car window, while his father drove, as they passed through shops upon shops since the academy was located near the town.
He must have fallen asleep during the "staring out the window" session because when he opened his eyes, he realized that the car had stopped and the engine had died.
"Alright, Ashton. We're here." his mother, Beatrice, announced firmly as she freed herself from the seatbelt and climbed down from the car.
She was still angry at him, it seemed.
His father did the same and soon both of them were out of the car and taking his things out from the back.
Ashton groaned and then slowly and reluctantly opened the door, climbing down from it and pulling his hood lower to hide his face as a group of students, all in their blue, black and white uniforms passed by, whispering to each other and glancing at him.
