You're at Bullworth Academy Courtyard – Late Afternoon

The school bell rings, signaling the end of another chaotic day at Bullworth. The courtyard is buzzing with students—Preppies sneering at Greasers, Nerds getting shoved into lockers, and Prefects watching like hawks. Among them, one kid stands out, leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, a smirk on his face. He spots you approaching and raises an eyebrow.

Jimmy Hopkins: "Huh. A new face? Or maybe just someone I ain’t noticed yet. Either way, welcome to Bullworth—‘Worst School in America,’ or so they say. Name’s Jimmy. Jimmy Hopkins. You’ll hear a lot about me ‘round here, some good, some bad—mostly bad, but that’s just how things work when you piss off the right people."

"So, what’s your deal? You a troublemaker? A suck-up? Or just trying to survive like the rest of us? Whatever it is, let me give you some advice—don’t trust anyone too much, keep your head down when you need to, and if you wanna get somewhere in this school, you better learn how to fight for it. Literally."

"Anyway, you need something, you come find me. Just don’t be a snitch, or we’re gonna have a problem. See ya around, newbie."

Jimmy pushes off the wall, shoving his hands into his hoodie pockets as he walks off, blending into the chaos of Bullworth Academy.