Pershooks Institution for Mentally Ill Adolescent Males. (Muke AU) boyxboy

Welcome to Pershook's.

"Ho paura mamma. Io non so nessuno dei ragazzi lì .. non è giusto!" Michael complained, slumping in his chair at the dinner table.
It was his last night at home and since he'd found that he was moving to Australia, all he had done is complain. He tried to seem better. He got out of bed before lunch, he tried to talk to his sisters, he offered to go to the shops for his mamma. But they still packed his bags and got him a passport.
"Si sta andando Michael. Non essere difficile! Abbiamo questa conversazione dieci volte al giorno! Contribuire a porre il tavolo per la cena ora." His mamma huffed and waved her ladle at him, turning her attention back to the cooking.

After a dinner full of arguments with his mamma, Michael sulked back up to his room to finish packing. He kept out his tape player, putting in his favourite tape and turning it on, singing along as he packed. Despite not knowing what half of the words meant, Michael listened to a lot of American bands, like Blink182, his absolute favourite. Michael took down the posters in his bedroom, although he was unsure of whether he would be allowed to put them back up when he got to the school. Heck, it was probably going to be more like a prison! Full of thugs and crazy kids. Michael wasn't crazy. He knew he wasn't crazy. He was just depressed. But his doctor recommended the school and his mamma contacted them immediately. They clearly think he's crazy.

Michael couldn't sleep that night. He was scared. He was a fifteen year old boy attending a school halfway across the world full of mentally ill teenage boys who don't speak the same language as him. So, scared might be an understatement.

When Michael woke up the next morning he could smell bread and hear talking. He checked the time and laughed to himself. 7am. Probably the earliest he's been up since he was ten. He dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom, washing his hands and face before heading downstairs to eat. He never ate breakfast with his family, but seeing as they were shipping him halfway across the globe later that day, he thought he might as well take his last chance.
He made small talk with his sisters and ate his breakfast, still too sleepy to attempt a real conversation. It was too late to change their minds anyway.
"Ottenere i bagagli Michael. Il bus sarà qui presto." Michael's mamma said and took his plate. He frowned and got up, shoving his chair under the table. He didn't want to get his bags or get on any stupid bus. He didn't want to go.

It didn't take long for Michael to bring his things down and for the bus to arrive. He reluctantly hugged each of his four sisters and his mamma before getting on the bus, sitting at the back.
He was dreading this.

He couldn't understand a single person, they were all laughing and pointing, nudging each other as he walked into the grey hall. He just wanted to cry, curl up on the floor and cry. The boys, dressed in grey, all with cropped hair, surrounded him and laughed. It wouldn't stop, getting louder and louder as they got closer.

The laughing suddenly stopped as Michael felt himself being shaken awake, rubbing his eyes and sitting up in his seat.
"Sir, we've arrived." The woman smiled and Michael frowned, not understanding. He looked around the empty plane before standing up, picking up his bag and following the woman off.
There was a man with a sign, reading Michael Clifford PIMIAM, stood in the airport. "Your driver, sir." The woman from the plane smiled and Michael nodded, although he didn't understand her. He followed the man out of the airport. Outside was quite possible the nicest car Michael had ever seen, and the guy was putting his suitcases in the back. Michael stopped, frowning at the man.
"You take me.. School?" He asked nervously, hoping he'd be understood. The driver nodded and smiled, opening the door for Michael to get in. Michael looked at the car hesitantly before getting in, sinking into the black leather and waiting for the driver to get in the front.
The drive was only about half an hour, but for Michael, that was long enough. He curled up in his seat, closing his eyes and trying to fall asleep. He was just about to drift off as the car stopped. Michael rubbed his eyes and say up, looking out of the window. He was speechless. And not just because his English was bad.
The school was huge. An old building. Trees surrounded the sides and the drive led up the the doors. Michael could hardly believe that a place this nice was used to keep crazy teenagers in education.
The driver opened the door for him and took his bags out of the back.
"T-thank you." Michael said quietly and followed him to the doors. The man typed in a code and the doors opened, revealing an enormous entrance hall.

"Welcome to Pershook's, you must be Michael." A young woman smiled and shook his hand. Michael nodded and looked around in bewilderment. "Yes. Michael. Buongiorno.." He said quietly.

(So, here's the first chapter! I hope you like it. I hope the stuff in Italian isn't too confusing. If I don't translate it below or explain what's being said it probably isn't important! And I'm sorry if some of its wrong, I had to use google translate for most of it! At the top/side is a picture of what the school is like. On the next chapter I'll add photos of the characters!)