This is my fan-fic following a made-up Greaser and his second year at Bullworth. Leave constructive criticisms, please.
Chapter 1: Business at Bullworth
Nathan pressed his forehead up against the car window, staring at the massive school of Bullworth Academy. He sighed and looked back at the dashboard of his father’s truck. “I know you don’t like it here, son,” his father said, turning to him. “What made you think that?” Nathan replied sarcastically. His father was silent. After their neighbor’s house was blown up in Vice City, Nathan’s dad moved them to Bullworth for safety reasons. Suddenly, the truck screeched to a halt. “Well, here we are,” his dad said. Nate opened the door and stepped out with his knapsack. His father waved good-bye to him, but Nate walked through the school gates without turning back.
“Yo, Nate!” A voice called out. Nathan turned to the direction of the voice. It was Hal. “Hey, big man. Whatsup?” Nate said, pounding fists with his large friend. “Nothin’ much. Just got here a few hours ago,” Hal said. “Where’s Johnny?” Nate asked. “He’s at the Boys’ Dorm with Peanut and Norton, waitin’ on you,” Hal replied as they made their way to the dorm. They noticed an African American boy and a white boy passing a football around. “Man, those guys are meatheads,” Nate said. Ted, the white one, had gotten Nate and himself suspended for starting a fight. They walked into the Boys’ Dorm, where they heard shouting and some ruckus. “What the hell?” Hal said as they both rushed into the den.
What they saw was complete mayhem. Norton was stomping a blonde haired kid, Peanut was stuffing a buzz cut boy into a trash can, and Johnny was mercilessly punching a kid with black hair. The kid eventually pushed Johnny off of him and had scrambled to his feet, tripping on his way out the door. The blonde haired kid had also made his way out the door during the struggle. “Yeah, you better run, bitch!” Johnny shouted after him, wiping blood from his nose. “Oh, hey Nate,” Johnny acknowledged, pounding fists with him. “Dude, what the hell happened in here?” Nate asked, eyeing Peanut laughing at the boy in the trash can. “Oh, you know, business at Bullworth,” Johnny said, scratching his mop of brown hair.