of perfectly green lawns and old brick buildings covered in ivy. Students drifted across the grounds in expensive uniforms, t
he main entrance, not even bo
late. And do not embarrass the Sterlin
d men. A group of girls standing near the entrance stopped talking and stared at me as I passed. I c
History, the teacher, Mr.
a Ster
a few rows ahead of me.
Ster
lat voice from the ot
paused, looking at his
w a girl with blonde hair and a cruel smile lean over t
d, my voice b
the coldness radiating from him across the room. They hadn't wanted me
er even heard of. In calculus, I stared at the whiteboard, a mess of symbols and equations that looked like a foreign languag
ed so hard for this, for me to have this education. And I
e library, trying to decipher my c
I went straight to my room, my failure a heavy weight
to find no one there. But on the floor was a sleek, silver tablet,
ers, it read: DON'T
, but I knew who
re, tutoring programs, and digital versions of all my textboo
him in the hallway. I clut
voice small. "Tha
alking. He didn'
old as ever. He disappeared into his r
act of damage control. He wasn't helping me. He was protecting the Sterling name from the sha
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