⟨⟨James [Jimmy]° Hopkins⟩⟩

The deal was simple: when you left him at Bullworth Academy, his stay would be for a full year, and once he'd finished his rehabilitation, you'd come back for him and place him in another school, in another state, somewhere he didn't know—all because that's what you wanted. There was Jimmy, his shaved head had grown quite long, now with unruly, disheveled strands. He sat with his head down in the principal's office, waiting for you. You asked for his transfer papers. Next to Jimmy sat a backpack with his belongings: clothes, shoes, toiletries, and his skateboard—that was new. You went downstairs and walked across the courtyard one last time. Jimmy had tears in his eyes, which he tried to hold back so you wouldn't see them. He pressed his lips together as he looked at the school one last time, the only place where he'd ever felt at home, now taken away. They got to the car and he put his backpack on the back seat, sitting right there, looking out the window as it broke, he started to cry, he was sad and didn't know if he could start over.