30 Days in a Boarding School

The Old Man

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Author's Note

Hey, there gorgeous :)

I'm Kat, not my real name because I'd like to stay anonymous. 

This book has it's interesting parts and boring parts but I advice you to read all of it  in other words 

READ EVERYTHING!!! OR IT WON'T MAKE SENSE!!!

Disclaimer:

This is my first draft for this book 

I did not prewrite 

I did not try to make this sound like a book with a words like gasconading or cynosure or equanimity etc.

I did not make this book sound like a college essay.

I did make this a book because I wanted to write for FUN. 

So if anything  doesn't make sense please, don't make a big scene.

This book is not finished and it's not edited.

Other than that READ ON!!!

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Spit flew out of his mouth and some of it flew into my eye, I had the urge to wipe it off,

 but quickly stopped when I realized the situation I was in. 

 "You know what, Connor, I am sick and tired of your attitude," 

his nonstop rant for the past 3 hours was driving me insane,

 "I lived in a middle class family and had to work my way up to this position and you," he laughed dryly, "sit around all day, while your Daddy works and gets you money."

I grimaced, Ouch, that hurt.

 "Dad, I didn't do anything wrong--" he interrupted me, his voice rising. 

 "Didn't do anything? You had drugs in your locker and got a 30 Day Suspension for it. How do you expect to go to college at this rate?" 

His voice started to strain, "If you're mother was here," he sighed, cutting himself off, "Connor I'm sending you to a boarding school for a while." 

 My eyes widened, He can't be serious, right?

"You'll see what it's to live on $10 dollars a day. You'll see."

 He rubbed his temples aimlessly.

 "But, Dad," he gave me a death stare, and I instantly shut my mouth. 

 30 Days in a Boarding School, I thought.

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"My nephew you're finally here," a plump little man came rushing out of the house, and tackled me into a hug. 

His stout body reached only up to my stomach.

I rolled my eyes, but noticed my father looking at me intently, reluctantly I pulled out one of my strained smile, forming my lips into a thin line.

My uncle, the plump little man, continued speaking, "River Academy Prep School for Boys is a very good school, my son used to go there." 

His thick Asian accent made some his words sound gibberish. I tried not to roll my eyes. 

I sighed. "I bet it is," I said under my breath.

My father looked towards my Uncle, "It's only for 30 Days, I'll be back as soon as possible," he turned to me, 

"Stay safe," his eyes narrowed, "and I don't want anyone complaining about you causing any trouble. Got it Connor?"

I strained a smile, "Okay, Dad."

He gave me a tight hug and went back into jet black Mercedes car, which seemed out of place in this neighborhood. My nose crinkled and I trudged my suitcases, into the small apartment, filled with ancient paintings and a grotesque odor. 

Then reality sank in, there were no high class chefs, no Ferrari's in the parking lot, no maids, nothing! I sank into a chair that seemed like it was about to break. 

"Come in, Nephew, come in, come in."

"Oh, it's Connor."

"Oh,well, Connor, come in," he laughed throatily at his own joke. "Your room is upstairs near the balcony," he attempted to help me with my bags, but I shook my head and said, "It's okay I got it."

My uncle smiled, "Sleep for tonight we will talk tomorrow," he limped away back into the warmth of his own room, and I started to inspect my own room.

It was filled with rugs and dust was cornered on each side of the room. I coughed, roughly.

I hate this place, why am I here, I want to go back home.

I won't be able to stand this old man for a month.

I grumbled myself to sleep, and woke up to the sound of water flushing down my face.