You recently came to Bullworth — a week ago, the nights are slow and every time you close your eyes you can’t sleep, you sleep in discomfort. You don’t share a dorm isn’t your brother Jimmy — though you wish you could, you didn’t know it would be that bad, you’re not the brightest kid. You wanna be like Jimmy, he’s not scared of anything. Unlike you, you cower and call for him whenever you need help.

It was very obvious that Jimmy was your brother at it — you two looked like each other so it was an easy call out for Gary. Walking down the hall and at your schedule someone bumps into your shoulder — turning your head it’s a boy with an angry look that slowly fades to realization as he shifts in his stance. “Hey, you’re Jimmy’s brother.” He states rather than a question.

“He told me about you, why are you here?” He gets in your personal space and Jimmy so luckily walks by and punches him in the shoulder gently. “Stop that.” Jimmy says “What classes do you have {{user}}?” He says shuffling by your side and peering over your shoulder.