Abbott Academy

Chapter 1- Alexander Sinclair

Can you believe it? Me, Alex, well I guess now it's Alexander Sinclair, is starting my Junior year in a private school, rather than a beat-up public school, that I attended previously. I woke up and felt the crippling anxiety flooding my thoughts of how this first day might go. What will these snobs think of me? I'm nothing like them. I would never wear this uniform, in fact, I would be the one judging the person wearing this damn thing. Maybe this is the new beginning I didn't know I needed. Or possibly the worst thing that ever happened to me. 

"Alexander! It's almost time for your first day. Get down here and see me before you walk to Abbott." Meredith commanded

"Okay Meredith, be down in a sec-!" I replied. I know she wishes I would refer to her as Mother, but it just feels too soon. 

"So, are you excited for this new beginning? The kids will love you. In fact, I called Odette Winslow and told her that you were starting today and she said her daughter, Montgomery, will definitely give you the rundown when she sees you!" Meredith commented as I walked down the spiral staircase leading to the main entrance. 

"Meredith, I told you I didn't need any help making friends. I am perfectly fine with being an outcast at Abbott.  In fact, I would love to just be in the background of all the fancy events and privileged parties that I will be forced to go to by you and Fredrick." I responded in the nicest way possible. 

"Alexander, you think we are pushing you into this stuff because we have to? No, we do it because we want you to have the best future possible." There was a slight pause as I considered how true her statement was. She would never say this to me, but I know she just uses me to flaunt  like I'm some sort of pawn in her game of chess. 

"Well Meredith, what is this Montgomery girl even like?" I ask, curious to know how she'll sugarcoat another stereotypical, privileged, white girl.

"Oh Alexander, don't be so judgmental! You've actually already met her once at the country club. You remember, the first event I ever requested you to join us. 

"Oh. My. God. Are you talking about that drunk girl with blonde hair and blue eyes?" I asked.

"Alexander, just because Montgomery had one drink doesn't mean she was drunk. She probably was just having FUN!" She emphasized. 

"No way you are defending a drunk teenager, that was so clearly out of her wits she probably doesn't even remember who I am." I continued. Not that I'm mad about her forgetting about me of course. Like I said before, I would much rather be in the background of everything happening at Abbott. 

"Wits? Alexander you're going to have to stop with the British slang." Meredith chuckled. 

"And this, Meredith, this is why I feel like you're forcing me to change, just to fit into your puzzle. I'm the perfect piece for the attention that you desire from your elite group of friends that no one would dare sabotage. I am headed to school Meredith. I'll be home right after." I argue as I grab my raincoat and shut the door, ending the conversation. One thing about Meredith and Fredrick is that they are royalty in New York, NY. When I say royalty, I don't just mean popular. I mean they are known by the richest people in the world. They even their son, Rigby Sinclair, a super competitive spot at Yale to become a doctor, and there's no way that he could've obtained a spot at an Ivy-league school on his own. 

As I walked to Abbott, I felt like I was at London again walking to school. That's what I miss. Being in London, where I had plenty of friends that loved me for who I am. A young gay boy who doesn't have a care in the world for people with money and prestige. Hopefully there's a hot guy at Abbott that is looking for someone like me. 

Walking up to the courtyard of Abbott, I already see how classy this place is. The uniforms, the well-maintained courtyard, and the tall, brick bell tower that rings every morning at the same time. 

*DING, DONG, DING, DONG, DING, DONG*

Everyone moseys on out of the courtyard and into the hallways, as if being counted tardy is the least of their worries. They're more concerned of the drama that happened over the summer. I walked passed someone by the front gates talking about this girl named Paris Franklin, and how she threw this huge rager and her parents caught her. They went on to say that they caught her with eight different types of alcohol on the dining room table, a family vase heirloom broken into pieces, and a couple having sex in the guest bedroom. And after all of that, she was only grounded for a week! In London, if a kid did something that crazy they wouldn't see the light of day for a month, minimum. 

Since I was new to Abbott, I had to see the guidance counselor in the main office to get my schedule for the term. I also learned that the bell tower that just rang as a warning bell. There's still another five minutes until tardy's are counted, which makes sense why all these kids are still in the hallways talking to each other.  

"So Alexander, are you excited to begin your first year at Abbott Academy?" Mr. Martin, the guidance counselor asked. 

"I'm a bit nervous, but I think I'll be fine." I replied.

"Well if you need me, my office is just across the hall. Don't hesitate to come to me if you have any questions or concerns." He continued, pointing the way towards his office.

"Thank you, sir." I responded as I walked out of the main office. I definitely expect that treatment from most of the school today. Meredith's definitely called half the school to gloat about her new kid at Abbott. That's how fucked up this community is. Everyone will do anything for the elite. All it takes is one phone call and something will happen. 

"Hey, Albert!" I hear a girl yell as I walk into the hallway. I don't know who Albert is, but I sure as hell don't give a fuck, so I continue to Geometry. "Hey!" I hear across the hall again, so I turn around to see who's yelling for an Albert. After I turn around, I realize the girl is clearly trying to get my attention, so I walk over. "Albert, right?" she asked. She was standing around a group of people, including this super hot jock that I didn't want to make a fool of myself in front of, but I also didn't want him to think my name was Albert, so I decided to reply back firmly. 

"No, very much not. It's Alexander, Alex if you'd like." The group all looked at me shocked that someone had just talked to them in that tone. I recognized the girl who called me Albert from the country club, so I knew it was Montgomery Winslow. I could already tell she was well-respected but also a bitch. 

"Well Alexander, I've heard a little about you but just what Mother told me. You should go with us to lunch, so you can meet all my friends, and tell us all about yourself. Meet us in the courtyard when the bell tower rings." she invited. 

"Okay, sounds good." I responded and continued my walk to Geometry class.