User blog:MichaelDiaz101/Chapter one: The Day Michael Diaz set foot in Bullworth

When Michael entered through the doors of this 'glorious' academy he knew what to expect. The toughest school in the country was what he heard. But nothing could prepare him for what Bullworth really had to offer. It's been one year since Jimmy's reign over the academy. The once happy ending that Jimmy had wanted for the school was over the the clique wars have all but restarted.

"Miss Danvers wants to see you." Said the prefect to Michael as he walked through the main doors of the school. Michael glared at him and the Prefect quickly left. ''Yes Ma'am. ''Michael thought, as he walked towards the office on the second floor.

"Are you young Diaz?" Miss Danvers asked. "Sadly, yes." Michael replied thinking of the shame his Hispanic stepfather had brought onto his family.

"Good, Crabblesnitch isn't here as of yet." Miss Danvers brought to his attention. "Do you need a dorm room or have your parents offered to let you stay at home and get a ride to school everyday?" She asked.

"Yes, I live in an apartment right in front of the City Hall with my sister, she's attending Bullworth too." Michael replied. "My stepfather works for a wine company. Our house will be in Old Bullworth Vale, it'll be ready next year."

"Ah, good good. You may go, classes start tomorrow at 9:00 A.M.." Michael left the office to head back home. He'd finally gotten registered and was ready. He had his school uniform in hand and some papers his mother had to sign. As he was walking three big guys in lettermens jackets passed by him. All of them about six feet tall, probably 10-20 pounds heavier then Michael is. One of them shoved into Michael. "Sorry, didn't see ya there." The jock said.

"I guess that proves your intelligence." Michael fired back. Michael's quite a big guy for his age of 14 years. He's very intelligent, and is physically very strong. With eight years of Mixed Martial Arts training under his belt he is not a Freshman to be taken lightly. In fact fighting and his hatred of the rich is what probably what got him expelled from Jordan High school. Michael would occasionally get in fights with the upperclassmen of the Californian high schools. He understood that fighting would probably happen here as well, his stepfather moved here to the east coast wine company because he could not keep a job with a child that constantly got in trouble on the west coast. The company on the east coast was seemingly more lenient.

"What'd you say?" The guy said shoving Michael. He didn't back down.

"I thought for someone with East Coast intelligence you'd at least understand English." Michael joked. Even in times of being threatened by others he would always poke fun at people and insult them.

"Break it up!" A prefect came running from what seemed like out of the blue. "We won't have any of this the day before school." The jocks glared at Michael then turned to walk away. "Ha, you really saved me a future expulsion." Michael said to the prefect sarcastically.

The prefect stuck out his hand. Almost like he knew Michael was looking for a friend. "Name's Whitney Fordman." The prefect said. He was probably about 6'1" 230lbs, had spikey blond hair, really handsome. A real big muscular guy. Michael gripped his hand firmly. "Michael Diaz."

"Ya know I was once one of those monkeys but I decided to be a prefect and clean up this place." Whitney said. Almost like it was an around the campfire story. "The last prefects didn't really do this place justice."

"Nice to meet you." Michael said. "I'll see you later, I got to get off school grounds before I get in a before the school fucking fight." With that Michael turned and left the school grounds for home.

TO BE CONTINUED