Fifteen-year-old Alexei Slandrov walked down the empty hall of Thomas Jefferson Boarding School for Young Men and Women.
He hated this place. The school it self was all right. He liked the stone walls, ancient oak stair cases, and the suits of armor that stood sentry at intervals along the corridor's.
The people here were what drove him crazy. Everyone was so shallow and fake that it was almost like sitting in a room full of talking dolls. They were all the same.
Alexei also hated the wealth he was plagued with. His parents were both successful New York City business people. They'd abandoned they're parental duties since day one, leaving him to be raised by a nanny. When he was five a tutor had been brought in so that his schooling could begin. When he turned fourteen he'd been shipped off to boarding school, and was now in his second year at Jefferson.
'I wish I could just disappear,' he thought glumly.
He hesitated at one of the side exits, and thought of the stash of things he'd left in the cabin by the lake. 'I could do it,' he thought, quietly. 'I could just leave....'He hesitated a moment longer, then slipped out the door and made for the cabin. He never got that far.
