How could my parents send me away to a boarding school?
Lily stared up through the car window at the massive brick building. The perfectly manicured lawns and winding stone pathways made her want to scream. She was sick of switching schools. Emerson Academy would be the second one this school year, and it was only November.
"We're here, Miss Lily." The driver turned and smiled. Hrold was a kindly, older gentleman who wore an awful chauffeur's cap and a navy blue coat that would look better suited on a Revolutionary War soldier. Lily had endured a thirty-minute car ride...
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