Bussy Liquor

Of all the places I thought I’d end up boarding school was the last on the list. I shouldn’t be too surprised with the road I was heading down it was here or prison. I'm kind of thankful the judge saw something in me and chose to send me here I think I would rather prison though, aren’t boarding schools kind of like prison? But what the hell do I know…

“I know you hear me talking to you DISAPPOINTMENT!” My grandfather spat, those words may be harsh to you guys but I’m used to it.

“What have I done to anger you now?” I ask sarcastically.

“Exist!” He knocked me upside the head causing my neck to snap and head to slam into the car window, I didn’t respond just shrug not caring.

My mother who was kind of under age at the time got knocked up by an older guy, her body couldn’t handle the stress of labor so she passed and I lived. Somehow her death is my fault not his for not paying attention to the men he brought around his daughter, not the man for getting him pregnant but me the victim. Being that he was the only blood relative he was forced to take me in and he’s hated me ever since, he also blames me for making him miss out on life pretty sure nothing can stop an alcoholic from getting drunk but ok.

I do blame myself for the path I took. Some people have it way worse and you can’t tell even if they say it you wouldn’t believe them. I came out angry at the world for the bad hand I was dealt in life and made bad decision after bad decision because of this, I could’ve chosen a different route but no I wanted to be an angry kid.

That anger led me to drugs, drinking (kind of an alcoholic), fights, illegal activities and sex with older men just like my mom. I have no problem getting it on with the opposite sex but something about being dominated by older men is just… MIND BLOWING.

My grandfather doesn’t know most of this especially the sex with grown men thing, he does know about the drinking he even encourages it with his alcoholic self.

Sometimes I think my life wouldn’t have been any different if my mom had lived but let’s not go there… today.

We were currently on our way to the airport where I would be shipped off. My grandfather was driving angrily liquor bottle in one hand the other multitasking with the steering wheel and a cigarette. I don’t get why he’s so angry, shouldn’t he be glad he’s finally getting rid of me? The disappointment.

After an hour or so of me silently praying he doesn’t crash the car but kind of hoping he does we finally arrived at the crowded airport. A tall cliche mafia looking man stood by the taxi area holding a sign with my full government name in bold lettering, embarrassing.

I exited the car and grabbed my bags from the trunk. Soon as I stepped away from the car my grandfather sped off swerving with his drunk self.

“I take it y’all don’t have the best relationship?” The man still holding the sign asked.

“Nope.” I looked up at him.

“Daddy issues,” he grinned “you’ll fit in perfectly.” I have a lot of issues and a father figure is the least of them but ok.

My mind went blank as I followed the man through the airport. I did notice we weren’t taking the same path as everyone else we’re taking the V.I.P path, this school must be fancy which makes me wonder how I… is the courts paying for this?

Of course we’re traveling on a private jet how else would one pull up to a boarding school?

“Go down and turn right there you’ll find the bathroom and on the inside are clothes regular clothing isn’t allowed even on your off days the school provides” the man looked me up and down “I have to go collect another student.” He turned and left.

So why the hell? Then again I would need my own underwear. I guess that’s why the judge gave me a letter saying to only pack necessities, I still packed regular clothing because that’s a necessity, right?

I dressed myself in the sweatsuit made from the ugliest shade of green with the school's initials in piss colored lettering. The material was soft which I appreciate, the outfit also came with sneakers that felt bouncy. At least this school cares about comfort because some uniform schools don’t.

Couple minutes later the man returned with a short chunky white dude that looked terrified. I made eye contact with the man but he looked annoyed so I just looked away and took a seat.

“Ok” the man straightened out his suit with a huff “my name is Mr. O’Hailey and I’m the deputy” he smiled proudly, weird ass “feel free to make friends with each other.” He ushered the white dude towards me and took a seat further away from us.

“I’m Fluguss.” He smiled widely, his pink and freckled cheeks puffing up.

Oh dear lord that name this poor kid.

“Hi Fluguss I’m Nasir Nas for short.” He waved at me, weirdo.

Like the deputy said we made friends with each other and it actually worked out, this dude is kind of cool and funny if you can make me laugh we can be friends. We were so wrapped up in getting to know each other we didn’t notice we were about to land until the pilot made the announcement.

“Fastest plane ride ever.” Fluguss giggled.

“Wouldn’t know I’m a first time flyer” I shrugged “it only seemed that way because we were occupied with each other.” He nodded.

Once on land I stretched and yawned obnoxiously loud, sleep was kicking my ass but I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep for a while.

Once off the plane we were picked up by a SUV and headed off to begin the rest of our miserable lives.

I must’ve fallen asleep which was shocking. No matter how sleepy I was, I'm in an unfamiliar environment surrounded by strangers I shouldn’t have fallen asleep so easily, my body is so fake for that.

Stepping out the vehicle I was greeted by a gothic victorian style mansion. I’ve only ever seen buildings like this on the internet and they’re almost always abandoned.

“This is the admin block” The Deputy stepped in front of us his demeanor no longer welcoming. “Behind the admin block is the main school but it isn’t time for that yet.” We nodded.

Falling in step behind the deputy my head hung low as the seriousness of my situation seeped in. I didn’t care because it’s not normal for me to care but now I do, this isn’t something I can get out of this shit is legit this time around.

Only person I can blame is me.

The deputy led us into a traditional style office and left.

“Nervous.” Fluguss asked.

“Nah.” I answered honestly, he seemed shocked by my answer.

“Good evening gentlemen.” A tall muscular man with shoulder length curly hair and a beard greeted, I straightened up only because I suddenly have the urge to be dominated by him. “You’re to address me as Headmaster Vladimir.”

And you can address me as slut, behave Nas.

“You know why you’re here” he looked directly at me as he spoke. “I don’t know what reputation boarding schools have where you’re from but I’m telling you Onyx Academy is a no bullshit institution so I hope y’all left y’all bullshit at the airport.” He turned his back to us rummaging through a drawer.

If it’s a no bullshit school why are you… maybe he believes physical and verbal violence all it takes to straighten out kids.

“In these envelopes you’ll find a layout of the school I suggest you memorize it the students handbook your schedules and your book lists I suggest you head straight to the library and collect” Headmaster Vladimir looked us up and down mostly me before taking a seat in his chair “dismissed.” He waved us off.

“What if we have questions… concerns.” Fluguss voiced.

“Every block has a Dorm head who’s more than willing to help.” Fluguss nodded accepting his answer, I didn’t because I just know that’s a lie.

“Your personal belongings are already in your rooms and the library is the first building to the left if you exit through that door.” The receptionist who I hadn’t noticed before spoke.

“Thanks.” I muttered and headed off in the direction she motioned at.

After collecting our books we were forced to go our separate ways. Fluguss was on block C while I was on block B, this sucked but hopefully we see more of each other at some point in the future.

Checking the layout given to me I noticed Block C was a good way away from Block B. I thought it would be underneath or to the right or left, my mistake I should know not to go into an unfamiliar environment with expectations.

Block B looked an annoying distance from where I stood. Huffing in annoyance I folded up the map not wanting anyone to see me looking like a nerd and headed off in that direction.

Where are all the students? Must be in class since it’s the middle of the term, this is good saves me some embarrassment.

Block B room 1A makes no sense but ok. My room seems to be the top floor of the three story building since all the rooms I’m seeing on this level are lower, so start low and go high. Hopping on the elevator I pushed the button marked A and waited for it to take me there.

After some time I found room 1A, taking out the room key I was given I used it to unlock the room and head inside.

Closing the door behind me I take in the odd layout of the room. To my right and left are two closets, I assume one is for coats the other for shoes I checked and yup I’m right. Behind the closets are tiled walls, one with a little opening and barstools by the opening, obviously a kitchen. To my left behind the other grey wall is the dining area, the size of the dining table tells me I have to share. In the middle of the room is a pretty sizable living area and on each side of the living area are hallways which are thankfully labeled, one is for the bedrooms and I couldn’t recognize the other label so I head down the hall with the bedrooms.

All the room doors are decorated except one which would obviously be mine, pushing open that door I latch it behind me and take everything in. It's medium sized with pine floors and light blue walls giving that roomy feel. No windows but there is AC. There’s a bed in the middle of the wall opposite the entrance two bedside tables on each side. There’s a study area situated on the right wall and on the left wall behind that is a closet. The main wall where the door is has two dressers on each side of the door.

This is a nice setup for a no bullshit type of school.

I move towards my bags which were on the floor in the middle of the room, immediately I go for my backpack where my phone was thank god you get to keep electronics, grabbing my AirPods I climb onto the unmade bed open YouTube pull-up my scary stories list and decide on getting more sleep.