Timberline Academy

Chapter 1:

Chapter 1:

“Come on Philip, it’s only one year.” My mother contributed. Her voice was similar to mine in the english accent. I rolled my eyes as I stared out the car window begging to be in a boarding school back home.

“There are other boarding schools in New York too.” I scoffed as I tapped my converse covered feet against the floor of the car. Her long dark brown hair was tucked behind her small framed glasses. Mother was parked across the Timberline Academy sign that was wooden, old, and it’s once bright colors were now fading into the day. I couldn’t see much beyond the gates which the sign stood in front of, except for handfuls of tall trees. The September wind blew around and swayed the branches. “And you know they’re going to have to read Orange Dawn.”

“I know Philip, but you have gotten kicked out of all the other boarding schools back home.” My mother sighed as her hand remained on the wheel. I smirked softly at the memory of getting kicked out of Dell Boarding School for Boys last year for quote ‘flipping off a teacher and then kicking him in the genitals’. “Philip please just try this year. This is your last year of high school. I know we’ve had a rough summer, but just try to not get kicked out of this one. Maybe you’ll make some friends.” She muttered softly and elongated the word rough.

“Yeah friends; even as a child I hated illiterate children. While they were watching Barney I was reading Moby Dick. It a school for kids with a rough past, and you expect me to fit in. I give it till October before I get sent home.” I yelled. More people entered the open gates of the school dragging their luggage behind them excitedly, as if they were going to enjoy the year.

“Do you need me to walk you in?” My mother sighed. Her faith was lacking in me, because of my past. I rolled my eyes at my mother trying to help when she knew nothing would.

“No, I can carry my stuff through a pair of doors.” I scoffed opening my door and stepping out. She had popped the  trunk and I strutted to the trunk pulling out my luggage. As I flopped it onto the dusty gravel side my mother looked at me with sorrow in her eyes. She held open her arms and I hugged her tightly.

“Stay out of trouble please Philip. You’re an amazing kid and I think this school will do you good.” My mother sighed. Her short height resulted in her standing on her tip toes and placing her chin on my shoulder. I patted her on the back signaling for her to release.

“I love you,” I smiled as I saw her bloodshot eyes water.

“I love you too,” She smirked with a cracking shaky voice. No matter how many times she dropped me off at boarding schools she always cried. It had gotten quite annoying at times, but I grew to tolerate it, I mean she is my mother.

“I’ll see you Thanksgiving break,” I sighed as I trudged my luggage behind me across the road, and towards the open gate. A couple yards from the tall black gates was a small house which held up a sign saying ‘Sign in’. I wasn’t exactly a house, more of an over sized shed or barn.

Many kids were piled into the house/shed, along with many parents. I stood in a long line at the check in. When it came to be my turn I glanced at the girl who was signing students in. She had strawberry blonde hair and crisp green eyes.