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**Hankouteki** · February 17th, 2009, 03:55 AM

Justin got out of the car with his twin Jack and looked at the gates of the school in front of him. "Well, this is it. We screwed up so bad that now we're stuck in military school," Justin said, sighing. He flipped his newly dyed black hair out of his eyes with a shake of his head and walked inside to the school. He walked into the main office and dropped his bags. He looked over to see a secretary sitting behind a desk and walked over to her. "Hi. I'm Justin Woods, the new transfer student. And that's my brother Jack," he said, pointing to Jack as he said his name. "Alright. I'll let the headmaster know you're here," the secretary said. She pressed a button on an intercom type thing and said, "Mr. Stern, the Woods are here." Only seconds later, a large, intimidating man came out of an office on the side of the room. "Hello there, Justin. Jack," he said in a booming voice. "Hey," Justin mumbled, not the least bit intimidated by this guy. They looked to Jack for a response.

**Naughty Pirate** · February 17th, 2009, 03:59 AM

Jack sighed, and rolled his eyes.
"Hello there," he said, rather mockingly to Mr. Stern.
This place was lame. He could tell they didn't have an ice hockey team. At least there was no evidense of one.
"So...where's our room?" he asked, assuming they would be sharing a room, like in their last boarding school. He flicked his honey blonde hair from his face, and gave a crooked smile.

**Hankouteki** · February 17th, 2009, 04:12 AM

The man glared at the two of them. "Alright. It seems I need to brief you two on the rules. First of all, this school is all about discipline and respect, so you will always refer to me as 'sir'. Do you understand that?" he said. "Yeah. Whatever," Justin said. The headmaster took a riding crop out of his back pocket. "Don't test me, Boy. We have ways of dealing with disrespectful little twerps like you," he said, waving the crop in front of Justin's face. Justin gulped audibly. "Y-yes, Sir," he said. "M-may we please see our room now?" he said in the most respectful tone he could manage. The headmaster put the crop back in his pocket. "Certainly. Follow me," the headmaster said, turning on his heel and walking out the door. Justin grabbed his belongings and struggled to keep up with the headmaster's fast pace.

**Naughty Pirate** · February 17th, 2009, 04:14 AM

Jack followed after his brother, carrying his own suitcase. That riding crop HAD to be for show. No way they hit kids with that. He glanced down at his baggy pants, and hockey jersey, and idly wondered it uniforms were inforced.
"Sir?" he said, his tone cocky, as usualy, "Are we permitted to wear our own clothes?"

(I'll bring in the teacher in a few.

)

**Hankouteki** · February 17th, 2009, 04:30 AM

"Only on weekends. Monday through Friday you must wear uniforms which have already been put in your closets," the headmaster said as he came up to the dorm building. He walked inside and went to the first door on the right. "This is your room. Curfew is 9:30, lights out at 10. Dinner is at 6:30. Breakfast is served at 7:30 every morning. You miss it, you don't eat. Classes start at 8 sharp every morning. There are serious consequences for being late. Any questions?" the headmaster said practically all in one breath. "Um, yeah. These uniforms aren't preppy, are they?" Justin asked, looking down at his own black t-shirt, tight black pants held up by a checkered belt, and checkered vans. "See for yourself," the headmaster said, pulling out a uniform from the closet. It was horrendous. It had a sweatervest with puke green and disgusting orange plaid worn over a white shirt with a blue bowtie. It also had khaki shorts that went down to the knee and brown loafers and white knee socks with the school's logo on the side. "I thought they wore army uniforms in military school! You know, cool ones with camo on them? You expect me to wear that?!" Justin exclaimed. "Yes, I do. You do NOT want to find out what happens if you don't," the headmaster said threatingingly. Justin sighed. "Now, here are your schedules and maps of the school. Good day," the headmaster said, handing them the maps and schedules then leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

**Naughty Pirate** · February 17th, 2009, 04:35 AM

Jack studied the uniform with disgust.
"I am NOT wearing that! They can't make me! I'm wearing my clothes," he said, firmly, putting his suicase on his bed.
"I'm claiming this bed. You can have the floor for all I care," he said, sitting down, and kicking his black and white converse off.
"This is so stupid! We didn't do anything to deserve this! Our stupid parents over-react about everything! Justin, I say we break out."

**Hankouteki** · February 17th, 2009, 04:41 AM

Justin got a bit annoyed when Jack said the part about him sleeping on the floor. "Dude," Justin said, folding another bed down from the wall. "There are two beds. Anyway, I agree with you about trying to break out. I say, tonight at midnight. As of now though, I think we should go and get something to eat. It's 6:30," Justin said, walking towards the door.

**Naughty Pirate** · February 17th, 2009, 04:43 AM

Jack nodded, and grabbed his cell phone. He's smuggled it in, unsure if it was allowed or not.
"This place is so heinous. I can't believe the parents sent us here. Who's idea do you think it was?" Jack said, as they walked around. He had his map out, and pointed to the left.
"That door."

**Hankouteki** · February 17th, 2009, 04:48 AM

"Probably Dad. He's so fucking uptight," Justin said as he walked into the cafeteria. He really hoped that no teachers heard him drop the f-bomb. He wasn't entirely sure that the riding crop had been for show. He walked up to the food line and got some meatloaf and brussel sprouts. "Look at this. They don't even have good food here," he said as he poked the watery looking meatloaf with a fork. He sat down at and empty table and waited for Jack to join him.

**Naughty Pirate** · February 17th, 2009, 04:55 AM

Jack stared at the slop they were serving.
"They really expect us to eat this goop? I think not. No fucking way!" he said, angrily, shoving the tray from him.
He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand landed on his shoulder and on his brothers.
"Excuse me, boys," said a tall man with dark blonde hair, and very blue eyes, "But it seems you're not taking to well to our school. We don't allow such language, as you should know. Perhaps a trip to the headmaster would serve you well. Come with me."
The man grabbed their collars, and dragged them to the headmaster's office, where he knocked.
"Mr. Stern, it's Mr. Dalma. I have two boys here, that need your...guidance."