Rolo began to clear his throat. This tale brought back some very fond memories for him. Memories of a much simpler time. A time when being bad merely meant not giving a damn, instead of literally being bad. A time when Rolo felt like he truly belonged. A time before all this petty and manipulative backstabbing. It was a special time for sure. Rolo was more than happy to revisit such a time in his memories. Corinne of all people deserved to know the truth of things. 

[color=orange]"Alright little lady. I'm going to give you a little history lesson ya dig?"[/color] Rolo announced.

[color=orange]"It all began back in the bad old days. When all there was in this school were a bunch of rich squares who thought that their shit didn't stink. You were either a rich snob or you were nothin. But there was this group of kids who get it the worst. Those kids were the poorer and less able ones. The "retards" as they were often called. Those kids were the untouchables. The lower class of this place. No matter what you did, they could never be accepted here. And the bullying that those kids suffered. Man, the shit that happened back then. Those assholes made Charles the wiener look like a saint in comparison. There were stories Corinne, terrible stories. Stories about kids being bashed by groups for no reason while nearby adults did nothin to stop it. Stories of guys and chicks getting sexually assaulted, and even raped. But still, not a thing was done about it. And do you wanna know why Corinne? It's the oldest reason in the world, money. With money, one had power, and with power, one had control, and when one had control, nothin could stop ya. And let me tell you baby girl, absolute power corrupts absolutely."[/color] explained Rolo gravely.

[color=orange]"You gettin it baby girl?"[/color] Rolo asked in earnest.