Patrick sat in the back of the car, folding his arms. He looked around and out the window, the car was rumbling a bit. He looked at his dirty and dusted converse, then looked back and around. "Vandalism, 2 counts of it, and robbery. Patrick I can't believe how much you've done. I thought I rais-" "Yeah and I can't believe how many mortgages you payed for the new boyfriend." The new husband looked over, "Now Pat, behave." "Or what!? You're just a stranger." The mom groans and the dad turns back to the window. Pat leans back into his seat, folding his arms. "Now, Patrick, we're going to be on our honeymoon. You best be safe and not cause trouble here." "Yeah, sure, mom."
The car parked and Patrick got up, a prefect escorted him to the headmaster's office. Patrick looked around the old neo-gothic building, he muttered to himself. "Jesus, this looks like a shithole." He already saw in the distance a kid getting bullied. The prefect said to Pat, "go to the headmaster's office from up here. It's up stairs." "Yeah, sure." Pat jogged to the headmasters, going up to the doors at the front of the school. He opened up the doors and walked upstairs, looking at the trophies lining the wall. He walked into the office, having the secretary greet him. "Oh, you're that Pat boy. I've heard to much about you. Now, with me. We'll see the headmaster." "Yeah, sure." The secretary whispered to herself, "god the headmaster is such a lovely man." Pat muttered to himself under his breath, "Freak." Finally, they entered the headmaster's office. The Headmaster got up from his chair. "Ah, Wiggin boy! Patrick, Wiggins, am I correct?" "Yeah, that's me." "AH! It is not, 'yeah, sir it's me.' It's 'yes sir, that is me.' god, have some manners." Pat noticed the headmaster had poor memory from what he said, as he said 'yeah sir that's me' and not 'yeah sir it's me'. Not something to bother Pat though, the headmaster gave Pat a brief tour of the classrooms, his dormitory, et cetera.
