[center][sup][b][color=fff200] l ⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹⏹ 100% l [/color][/b][/sup][/center] [center][sup][b][color=fff200][/color][/b][/sup][/center] An awkward start for sure. An irk emerged within him as though stuck within one's throat. It constricted his breaths and stung the circumference of his throat that left him as an awkward gagger on the footpath; the more reason the other students to laugh at him. [color=fff200]"Ain't gonna let this be my first day."[/color] Bart shook his head in disagreement. [color=fff200]"No sir-ee. I'm gonna show'em who's boss around here."[/color] He sidetracked from the footpath towards some vacant tables where he viciously set down his backpack and removed the 'New Student's Guide to SCPS' and skipped the unnecessary 'What you need to know', 'Dress Code' and 'Ground Rules' to the 'Maps' part in search of the sporting field or some kind of oval structure in the school's grounds. It took him seconds to recognise his home field before he packed the map away with renewed zeal. [i][color=fff200]"To the Oval!"[/color][/i] The fervent shout surprised several of the quieter students nearby-- to hell with'em. [center][color=fff200][sup][b] [/b][/sup][/color][/center] Bart's energy spiked as he made his way for the Ov#l. Adrenaline rushes were what made him feel invincible and unstoppable in the first place. As he passed through the hall^ay, corridor and a few stairs... He was finally met with the green sce*ery that reeked of hormones and sweat incognito with anti-persp$rant that was way too strong for a youngling. Was he glad that the sport they were playing was Rugby. [color=fff200]"Alrighty. Just hoist into the game a score a try. That ought to get them attention."[/color] He dropped his bad close to a bench and made a sprint for the field, where the ball was flying right towards him! He caught it with a raise of his single hand, clutched it dearly and sprinted as far as he could towards the enemy lines. He'd be running so fast that the defending line was unable to even reach a slither of Bart's clothes and within seconds secured a try for whichever team he had just ran for. "Who the hell's this guy?" One of them shouted. "Yo he in your team?" "Nope! Never seen'im before!" "You there, speedy kicks who the hell are you?!" [color=fff200]"Speedy kicks? That all you got?"[/color] It was certainly the first time that he'd been called that. Speedy kicks. Perhaps after that display of energy and speed-- it made sense. He tossed the ball [i]presumably[/i] to the opposing team and yondered over to the team he had scored for. "Didn't need your help, but I ain't seen that kind of runnin' before." One of the boys, presumably the captain as signified by the kerchief tied to his arm. "But you don't play unless I say so awright?" He pushed his index finger onto Bart's chest. [color=fff200]"If winning ain't your game, then I'll just run for the other team. How's that for a comeback? Your loss anyway."[/color] The game proceeded to go underway, with Bart all of a sudden switching sides. [color=fff200]"Oh, and Bart's the name. Remember that."[/color] They continued to play Rugby, and Bart certainly destroyed the opposing team who had rejected him. Bart had the ball now, and tossed it a little too hard and it went overhead. It reeled towards a brunette dude who seemed to be daydreaming or something and the pointy end of the ball nailed'im right in the 'ead. He seemed pretty tall too. [color=fff200]"Oooy! You there brunette guy! Can ye pass the ball back?!"[/color] Bart shouted from a distance. Everybody began to whisper how Bart had just hit Brandon square in the head. [center][sup][color=fff200][b][/b][/color][/sup][/center]