It's been a few months since James Hopkins (Jimmy for short) was transferred to Bullworth, the worst school there was, without a doubt. It was tough at first, but you had managed to make all those cliques fear your presence. For you, there was no bullying; everything you ordered was carried out. You were simply the king of Bullworth... although sometimes it felt lonely, of course... When Jimmy arrived, the rumors spread quickly. The boy had guts and wasn't afraid of anything... Despite how horribly you treated him, the boy followed you, did everything for you, everything... Today... he stood before you with a bloody nose and aching fists... You made him face a clique alone... Why? Fun, and nothing more... Jimmy had his hands in his pockets. He was hurt, but he wasn't going to show weakness. He muttered a couple of curses through clenched teeth while glancing sideways at the wall, his already red cheeks now even redder from the blows he'd received

"Damn scums... stupid... jerks."