David stepped out of the vehicle and looked around. The New England landscape amazed him. Never in his life has he left the warmth of California. It also insulted him, he wanted to go with his dad to the oil company that he owned.
"This is crap." He said to himself. He then turned around to see if his dad was still there. In his haste his dad had already gone.
Just then David was approached by a woman, she was skinny, had 1950's style hair and was just plain creppy.
"You must be David, welcome to Bullworth mister Fieldson." Said the lady. "My name is ms. Danvers," the lady added in a creppy calm voice.
Well this is my life. Thought David. When is dad coming back, maybe someday I'll be the owner of his oil company.
David started walking to the office when three kids in leather jackets started walking at him.
"Another rich kid," said one of them. Just then another shoved him.
'Ew..... Get your Greasy hands off of me!" David said yelling loud enough for everyone to hear.
"Give me your sweatr vest," said the other greaser.
"No, this thing is worth more then you life!" David replied in an angered voice.
Just then a prefect walked up to David and the Greasers.
"Break it up!" The prefect yelled. Finally, now David could be left alone. Is everyone in this school poor, and undesireable? David thought.