A/N: I, Glyn, started writing this book with Stina and Lolitroy, aka Loli. Stina lost motivation when we were about ten chapters into the story, so the rest is all written by Loli and me.
UNFORTUNATELY, LOLI AND I NO LONGER WRITE TOGETHER NOW. THIS BOOK IS AS GOOD AS FINISHED, BUT THERE WILL BE NO MORE NEW CONTENT. I WILL NOT BE WRITING ANY ONE-SHOTS OR SEQUELS OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT, SO PLEASE DON'T ASK.
The video I added to this chapter is how you should pronounce Thijmen's name.
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1) 'Helping Is Fun' And Other Lies They Tell You In High School
It was a beautiful day. Birds sang, flowers bloomed, the sun shone, and the world came to an end the moment Thijmen de Bruin walked into the room.
Benjamin's mouth hung open.
Judging from his parents' reactions, their first impression of the boy was not that stellar, either. The principal cleared her throat uneasily. "As... as I was saying, the primary goal of this project is for the more privileged classes to help a person in need. The boys chosen for this are especially selected. De Bruin has led a rough life."
"So I suppose," whispered Benjamin's mother to her husband, "Getting tattoos hurts. Especially in the behind."
If Benjamin had been drinking coffee, he would have spit it. "Ma."
Mercifully, this seemed to pass mostly unnoticed.
"So... we here at Godner High are very grateful and... appreciate... your gesture, so selflessly offering to take the— de Bruin in to stay with you."
Benjamin, along with his parents, nodded along to every piece of information the principal fed them with, despite having been emailed the week prior. One may still wonder if this painful process was merely to scare the family, have them realize that if this was bad, opening up a Bed&Breakfast for a foreign possible-fugitive, would not be a walk in the park, either.
The principal, with eternal suspire for the meeting's end (as shown by her anxious glances at her watch), kept on going about how the Emsworths had offered to do this. When really, it was more or less a guilt trip, Principal and Co putting peer pressure onto the family, as they had seemingly been the last name on their rich families who can buy away their problems-list.
Benjamin didn't care much for the information repeated to him, only every other sentence being remembered. "...he will be following a regular schedule... meetings with a counselor regularly... if he's acting out..."
In his peripheral vision, Benjamin spotted the supposed troublemaker, which didn't make him want to spit his non-existing coffee but rather swallow it down very nervously. What if his mother was right? A lot of shady events took place in Europe.
With no one expecting anything else, the principal led most of the conversation, only expecting a few agreeing noises once every while. In fact, everyone in the room was probably in the mindset of the less time spent here, the better. At least, Benjamin was. Ostensibly, the Dutch boy was as well, with a fragment of anticipation blending into his otherwise emotionless face whenever the principal's words conveyed the impression of thinning out, only to keep on going.
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None the WorseTeen Fiction
Benjamin has freckles. Thijmen has a knife. Their one thing in common? Having to live under the same roof. Every year, as part of a school program, a "troubled teen" is taken by a wealthy family in hopes to help him reform. This is what brought Thij...