06-07-2007, 06:02 PM
Nearby, a boy with short brown hair and blue eyes was trying hard to disentangle himself from his proud parents. "Write to us lots, Matthew," said his mother, wiping tears from her eyes. "We're really proud of you!"
Matt, looking embarrassed, finally managed to get away from his parents with a plea that he'd be late if he was delayed any more. They drove away, his mother waving out of the window. Matt sighed, and turned to walk up the drive, dragging his suitcase and shrugging a backpack onto his shoulder.
As he drew nearer, a guy with blonde hair shoved him hard. "Scholarship scum," the boy sneered, contempt in his silvery blue eyes. "Dunno why they let you pikeys come to a school like this." His uniform was expensively made, compared to Matt's clothes which were worn and obviously old. The girl with him giggled. "Better wash your hands, Othello. You might have caught something from touching that poor trash!" Othello smirked. "Yeah, let's get out of here and get with the decent ppl." They walked off together up the drive.
Matt had made no attempt to retaliate. He looked miserable; thinking that if everyone was like that, then this wasn't going to be much fun.