5 MONTHS BEFORE:
My mum and I sat in a window booth in the small restaraunt that swallowed most of the lobby of our little apartment building.
"I have something to show you," she said, running her fingers through her hair.
"What?" I replied. My emotions were mixed, as she didn't seem too enthusiastic about her secret.
"You know I love you, Cross?" She said.
She slid her hand across the table towards mine.
I nodded slowly, and then she pulled it out.
A prep school pamphlet.
My heart sank as she handed it to me.
"Wooldridge Academy" it read in fancy lettering. I sighed and opened up the pamphlet.
Inside were pictures of a campus, with old stone buildings and willowy trees that must have been centuries old. It was beautiful, no doubt, but I couldn't bear the thought of leaving London, one of the few places I was actually happy.
"Your father sent it to me. Along with this." My mum said.
She slid an envelope across the table. Inside was a small note and a letter.
"Lily,
I hope you make the right decision to send my boy to Wooldridge.
One of my friends I play golf with sent his son to Wooldridge and had excellent things to say about the academy. All is well here in the US with Amelia and the baby.
I've enclosed a check for the tuition.
Sincerely,
Sam"
I then pulled out the check, which was for $50,000. It was already signed and adressed to the school.
"Mum, please dont do it. Use the check to move us out of this apartment! I dont need prep school!" I said.
"I'm sorry Cross." She said. She looked down at her coffee.
"It's what your father wants."
I stood up and walked out of the restaraunt.
YOU ARE READING
Wooldridge Academy
Teen FictionCross Greyson finds himself at Wooldridge Academy, a prestigous and private prep school located on an island 5 hours from London. The W, as it's students call it, appears perfect, as it did in the pamphlet his mother gave him. However, the W has its...
