A/N: Here's the new chapter! :D I'm sure you all wanna know what happened to Eddie after he was "arrested". I'm gonna ask for 5 reviews this time. PLEASE REVIEW!

There we all were, me and 4 cops walking so they can take me to school. The ones that tackled me were the ones holding onto my arms so I wouldn't try to run away.

I did my best to resist their efforts, giving my legs out (only when that happened, they would just pick me up and shove me forward), I tried backing up (that didn't work, they just kept pushing me), and just plain stopping but you all probably know by now how they made me keep going.

I did not need this right now. I honestly do not feel right about this. To think, all this happened because I wanted to go back to America. It's alright though, I'll find a way. These Brits aren't gonna break me that easily.

"Come on now!" the one on my left ordered.

"Keep going! Let's move!" the one on my right said.

I couldn't believe it! They were treating me like I was some kind of criminal and I just skipped out on a couple hours of school! Way to judge, you guys. They better not push me or else if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they'll get. If that happens, they better not be looking forward to me giving up.

There's a saying that goes, "If you can't catch a wave, then you're never gonna ride it." I wasn't even invited to come here, okay? I was brought against my will. These two things prove something about me: No one controls me. I'm free.

I was so tired from trying to resist that I just did what they told me to do... mostly so that they don't actually arrest me. I honestly have no clue what went wrong... well of course, I caused all this, but I just needed a recap of what happened these past several days.

All 5 of us walked the miles to where I would be dropped off and I walked tall and did my best to show off the little pride I had left in myself.

As we kept walking, I looked down that long, straight road that led to the school and that's when I realized... I was out of ideas.

A few minutes later, we were in the main courtyard. I kept screaming, "No!" and "Let me go!" and it wasn't helping how we somehow formed a crowd of students who found it amusing how an American was getting dragged into a school by police officers.

As we made it up the steps, the main officer opened the door and the rest pushed and even had to drag me in... and that's when I saw everything. I was so mesmerized by it all, I completely zoned out and actually walked in.

Every single teenager in a tacky plaid, red uniform! I looked every direction and it all looked the same to me. It was as if they were robots, I even saw some groups walking in unison.

Now that I was in school, the officers unlocked my handcuffs and my arms were free. I spent a couple seconds rubbing my wrists and then I tried to make another break for it.

"That's it, I'm outta here!" I declared. As I turned around to leave, my suitcase was thrown straight into my arms and I stumbled back a couple steps. As I looked up again, the main doors were closed shut. My only way out GONE! It made it worse by having two teachers blocking it with their arms crossed, glaring at me.

I didn't care if I actually had to fight for my freedom, so I was about to get those two out of the way, but other teachers came along and grabbed my arms as if they were the cops. They pulled me away as far from that door as possible and I just kept on resisting.

We got deeper into the crowd of student robots and I don't know what came over me, but I called out for help.

"Help!" I cried. "Get them off of me!" One of the teenage boys looked at me as I screamed and we both locked eyes. His eyes were his voice and his eyes clearly said, "There no way out."

I did not want to end up like them. I felt another adrenaline rush boiling and I jerked away from the teachers that held me in their grasp, only they were stronger than I thought. I actually had the strength to try and break free. The teachers were screaming at me trying to keep me in line until an all too familiar voice rang in my ears.

"SILENCE!" the voice screamed. I jerked my head around and that's when I saw him... my father... Eric Sweet, Headmaster of this prison. He walked towards me and the teachers in an obvious rehearsed professional manner. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"You weren't joking when you said this boy was a rebel, Eric." one teacher said, breathless.

Eric, for the first time in years, looked me in the eyes and studied me for what seemed like forever.

"This school has handled students like this before." he finally said. "This one will be no different."

I gave him a look of disgust. I'm his son and he treats me like some kind of juvenile delinquent who belongs in Juvenal Hall. Looks like nothing's changed.

"Take him to get his uniform fitting." Eric said, walking off.

"Very well." the same teacher said. "Come on, you." he said shoving me forward. I had no choice but to cooperate. But if they think that they can just control me like they do with the other students here... they are dead wrong.