User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Diary of a Wimpy Rich Kid: Part 2

I've read reviews about the terrible reputation of Bullworth Academy. Perverted staff, fucked up food, etc. With all that shit I read on the internet about it I was surprised to see that the principal, Dr. Crabblesnitch (weird ass name) was actually not a complete fucking douchebag.

"So, you seem to be one of our more intelligent students at the academy," he was reading over my file. I was quite nervous for the evaluation, I had hoped that they didn't read a record of my crimes. One time, I came in two minutes over on my curfew. I was afraid that that would stay on my record until the end of time when it was time for the rapture to come and kill all of us.

I take my education very seriously, I mean to be honest you only go through school once so why not take it seriously while you're there? Bullies thought that I was the funniest little shit, they make fun of me. Call me four eyes and other crap like that. You always hear that saying, "poor kids stick together" well rich kids usually pick on those less rich and not a complete, overconfident bitch.

Luckily (thank God), he made no mention of some of my past crimes. He was very impressed with my high academic ability. The only thing I ever failed was Gym, and that was because I was less athletically inclined which translates to: Scrawny kid + big, tough, muscular kid= Scrawny kid on the ground dying.

"Here is your uniform young man," he put it down on the table, basic sneakers, slacks, and oh no! Aquaberry sweater. Shit! Those were at my last school and we all had to wear them. If nothing screamed "HERE I AM, BEAT ME UP!" Like the Aquaberry Sweater then I don't know what would. I wanted to burn that shit, to be honest I don't know what I was afraid of more. The poor people hating me for being rich, or the rich people hating me for being not as rich as them.

"Thank you, sir." I said, very phony like. I grabbed my uniform and got out of there so fast you'd think I was doing some sort of dance. As I was leaving I saw a kid about my height, shaved head sliding down the stairs. Several kids high fived him when he got to the bottom.

I can do that shit! I thought to myself. I got to the top and started sliding, then mid way down I went over the edge and landed hard on my back.

I heard everyone that was present laughing at my current situation. It was like being around a ton of Hyena's. Being that I'm hard headed I got to my feet and was picking up my books and clothes off the ground. Just then someone came over. "Hey, need help?" A kind, almost angelic female voice said. I looked up and saw a tall girl, black hair, glasses (still a very pretty face) looking down at me. When I looked into her eyes I fell back down a second time on my back.

Everyone else laughed but her, but I didn't hear them. I was in awe by her beauty.

TO BE CONTINUED!