And so I enrolled at Shikanotoride Middle School, a ragtag collection of losers and delinquents from across Japan. We'd all been written off by adults. Buncha jocks. None of us had any future.
—Shiori Kitano, Battle Royale II
Sunnybank was a special Children's Home, a dumping ground for hard-to-place kids.
"Don't you smirk at me!" boomed Aunt Marge. "I can see you haven't improved since I last saw you. I hoped school would knock some manners into you." She took a large gulp of tea, wiped her mustache, and said, "Where is it that you send him, again, Vernon?"
"St. Brutus's," said Uncle Vernon promptly. "It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases."
"St. Brutus's," said Uncle Vernon promptly. "It's a first-rate institution for hopeless cases."
“I interned at Center Street Vocational Trades High,” Jim said.
“Garden spot of the city,” Fenton said. “Switchblades, motor-cycle boots, zip guns in the lockers, lunch-money protection rackets, and every third kid selling dope to the other two. I know about Trades.”
“Garden spot of the city,” Fenton said. “Switchblades, motor-cycle boots, zip guns in the lockers, lunch-money protection rackets, and every third kid selling dope to the other two. I know about Trades.”
