Standing in front of the school, I couldn't decide whether I loved my departed great-uncle Eddy or hated his guts.
Clearly my mom was feeling the same way. She kept glancing from me to the car to the massive stone building standing before us. It was a five-storied frankenstien of renovations and extensions, like Hogwarts designed by a drunk. Not exactly the image of a prestigious Connecticut boarding school.
There was the dull thud of the trunk being slammed shut, followed by my dad appearing from behind the car with the rest of my bags.
"Ready kiddo?"
"I guess so." The three of us made our way to the front entrance, two rusty doors with large plate-glass windows. The same sort of boring doors at the high school back home. The novelty of this whole "Academy" thing was beginning to wear thin.
As if sensing my annoyance, Mom smiled at me.
"I know it's a bit of a strange place. But it's an excellent school. Eddy wouldn't have paid for you to go here if it wasn't." I hoped she was right.
