Breaking Restrictions.

Plot 1: Welcome to Hell!

-Your Dad.

I tossed the letter to the side, and tore open the bubble wrap, finding a box of sugar cubs, a bottle of sun tan lotion, a bottle of 2 in 1 hair soap, a box of different flavors of coffee, and some powder cream. "Okay...?" I sighed, and put the box on my dresser I brought from home, and walked out the door to the lounge/lobby/game room/living room of the entire boarding school.

My eyes widen as I saw three senior boys holding a freshman by the ankles, and was shaking him. "Let me go!" He boy cried, "I'm gonna puke!"

I kept walking, not bothering to get into that mess. I looked around, and I saw the dean talking to some of the teachers. "Hi Mr. Guper, I'm Nathan-" He cut me off completely, by saying, "You address me as Commander, Cadet! And I don't need to know your name, because you father already called saying you were going to join. You better not be as ruthless as he was Cadet, because my punishment has greatly risen." With that, he gave a death grin, and then turned walking.

Dad went to school here? I though only uncle Jerry did...?

I brushed that off my shoulder, assuming he must of gotten confused with Jerry and Dad, but it still didn't make sense to why Dad called here. Mom took care of everything already, right?

"Ooh we, boy! 1980 called, they want their style back!" A girl cried from quite a long distance, but I knew she was talking about me, not because she was staring directly at me and pointing, not because she was starting to move towards me, no...because all my clothes came from thrift stores, and I was the only one who fit the category.

"Anyways, 'ello, my name is Lacy. I am a Freshman here, and I am in need of some good lads and lassies. You seem good enough, how 'bout you be my fran? Maybe then we can help you with your wardrobe!" Lazy said cheerfully, and smiled at me. Her voice and vocabulary made absolutely no sense with the body and face she had. How the hell was I lucky enough to meet the two hottest girls in school on the same day, not to mention same hour!

"Um, sure." I said, and she clapped her hands eagerly.

"Okay, come on!" She grabbed my hand, and dragged me out of that room, running faster than a freaken gazelle! She ran me up all two flights of stairs, instead of taking the elevator, and up to her room on the girl's level. That was how it worked, third floor was the girls level, then second was boys, first was classes, living area, and mainly anything that wasn't a dorm room.

"Alrighty then, here's my room!" It looked like a pink bomb exploded in here. The walls were painted pink, her bed was pink, her sheets and covers were pink, her mini couch was pink, everything of her's was pink! Then my eyes diverted to the other half of the room...Everything was black. Why was everything black? Did she steal all the color of the room on her side, and the other half was just black? Who ever lived on that half of the room, literally took the time to paint her half of the walls black. Her bed sheets were silky black over the already pink mattress, she had pillows that had skulls on it, and on her bed spread it held a huge star with a circle around it in red. Holly shit, that chick was into the devil crap!

"You aren't flipping out about having a psycho as your roommate?" I hollered at Lacy, and she just laughed pointing. My eyes narrowed as I wondered who exactly she was pointing at, then a cold dark feminine voice said, "Who the hell are you calling psycho pretty boy?" With that she touched my arm with her icy cold fingers, and shocked me. I jumped back, and forced myself away from her. Oh heck no, I wasn't going to Hell for a stupid girl like her.