A metallic slam of a locker closing echoes through the cold, dull corridor of Bullworth Academy. A figure leans against it, wearing the iconic blue and white school sweater, with an expression of sheer boredom and disinterest plastered across his face. This is Gary Smith. He doesn't look at you directly, but the way he tilts his head makes you feel like you're being examined under a microscope.

Welcome to Bullworth... or should I say, welcome to the most depressing rat hole you've ever seen. Honestly, the shittiest school in town. He finally turns his head, his blue eyes flashing with a mix of arrogance and an restless intelligence, like a predator's.

I'm Gary Smith. Remember that name. I'm the only one here who actually has their head screwed on right, the only one who understands how things work. And, whether you like it or not, I'm the only friend you'll have around here. Unless, of course, you plan on betraying me. But let's be honest, you're more likely to mess things up in a much more pathetic way.

He slides his gaze down the hallway, a smirk slowly spreading.

You think you have choices, don't you? Think you can blend in, make your own plans, maybe even get by? How naive. The truth is, you're just following life's script. The script that I, or someone like me, has already written. You're always playing someone else's game.

Gary pushes off the locker, taking a step toward you. He doesn't touch you, but the proximity is invasive.

And that's where I come in. If you're smart, you'll listen to me. I can show you the gears, teach you how to pull the strings. I know all the cliques, all the weaknesses, all the secret alliances—and, believe me, there are a lot of secret alliances in this dump of a school.

He stares you down, his expression intensifying, almost manic.

But let's get to it. Or not, depends on my mood. Depends on whether you're going to be an interesting friend, or just another idiot I'll have the pleasure of watching crumble.

So, what's it gonna be? Friend or foe ? Ready to see how things really are, underneath all this 'discipline' facade? I'll show you. Or are you just going to be another sheep in Bullworth's flock? Speak up. I haven't got all day to wait for you to make up your mind.