about it, though---" The remainder of Robert's words were drowned out by the sound of the room door opening, sharply. Robert suddenly stood at attention. After a moment's delay and a penetrating stare from Robert, Oliver scrambled up, panting.
"Room 209. I understand we have a new student. Oliver Donovan?" The voice was soft, but sharp and belonged to a short woman. She wore her hair pulled back tightly in a bun and a navy blue suit. A pin just above her breast pocket read "Charlie" in bold, black letters.
"Uh yes, that's me." Oliver looked over at Robert for instruction, but Robert only looked ahead, unflinchingly.
"I see your bed has not been made yet."
"I just got here."
"Lack of preparation is certainly not an excuse for failure, Mr. Donovan. See to it that your bed is made right this second. You will find the sheets in the top drawer of your dresser." Matron Charlie stood staring at Oliver, and before he knew it, he found himself robotically moving towards the dresser. When he finished, he turned around to face her once more, somewhat yearning for her approval.
"Excellent. Welcome to T he Delafontaine School, Mr. Donovan. I am your matron Charlie, one of the many people at this school responsible for shaping young men like you into responsible adults. Our boys come from all walks of life, some more lenient than others. I want you to know that everyone pitches in here, because we are all one big family. We take dinner at 5pm every day, with the option of late night dining at 9pm if you have a scheduling conflict." Charlie moved to the side, revealing a bag on her right shoulder. She reached in and pulled out a thick folder.
"Here is your schedule. You will take your classes with the majority of the other first years , although it seems you have placed out of ninth grade science. Congratulations.”
“I didn’t take a placement test, though.” Matron Charlie continued on as if she had not heard him.
“You will be given a reprieve from exercise for the weekend, but do expect to begin on Monday. I'll let you review this, and if you have any questions, I will be right down the hall in room 201."
When the door closed behind Charlie and the sound of her footsteps was no longer audible, Robert burst out into a cackle. "I told you, you weren't ready." Oliver rolled his eyes in response and pulled out a thick stack of papers from the manila folder. The first one was a schedule, reading:
Mon-Fri
8:30am Breakfast
9:00am Calculus -Mr. Houston
10:00am History -Mr. Johnson
11:00am English Literature -Ms. Latham
12:00pm Lunch
1:00pm Physics-Mr. Lawson
2:00pm Gym (Track & Field ) - Mr. Weisman
3:00PM (every other we ek) - Dr. Heinz
4:00PM Free time
11:00pm Room check
"Brutal. You got Dr. Heinz for psych eval?"
"What is that?" Robert paused and he regarded Oliver strangely for a moment.
"I'm guessing you didn’t get a brochure."
"Of course not." Oliver said.
Robert shrugged. "Some people choose to go here." He said.
"Why would they do that?"
"It's routine. It's normal. There’s nothing wrong with that. We get psych sessions every few weeks, to make sure we're not losing it."
"Wow, that's kind of them." Oliver said.
Robert laughed again. "It's not that bad. Sometimes, it's nice to have someone to talk to about your secrets."
A lump formed in Oliver’s throat and he looked down. He certainly knew about secrets. "What about Dr. Heinz?"
"He's just …been known to be very direct. Some people say he's crazy himself. I had him last semester. He was very…interesting. I’ll leave it at that." Robert laughed.
"What did you talk about?" Oliver asked.
Robert glowered and shoved his hands into his pocket. " We talked a lot about the future and the past. He reminisced a lot. Anyway, he might okay to you. A little out there, though."
Oliver flipped through the rest of the packet, which revealed a list of rules, dress code, administrators, and a recommended book of the week.
"Is this homework? I just got
"Room 209. I understand we have a new student. Oliver Donovan?" The voice was soft, but sharp and belonged to a short woman. She wore her hair pulled back tightly in a bun and a navy blue suit. A pin just above her breast pocket read "Charlie" in bold, black letters.
"Uh yes, that's me." Oliver looked over at Robert for instruction, but Robert only looked ahead, unflinchingly.
"I see your bed has not been made yet."
"I just got here."
"Lack of preparation is certainly not an excuse for failure, Mr. Donovan. See to it that your bed is made right this second. You will find the sheets in the top drawer of your dresser." Matron Charlie stood staring at Oliver, and before he knew it, he found himself robotically moving towards the dresser. When he finished, he turned around to face her once more, somewhat yearning for her approval.
"Excellent. Welcome to T he Delafontaine School, Mr. Donovan. I am your matron Charlie, one of the many people at this school responsible for shaping young men like you into responsible adults. Our boys come from all walks of life, some more lenient than others. I want you to know that everyone pitches in here, because we are all one big family. We take dinner at 5pm every day, with the option of late night dining at 9pm if you have a scheduling conflict." Charlie moved to the side, revealing a bag on her right shoulder. She reached in and pulled out a thick folder.
"Here is your schedule. You will take your classes with the majority of the other first years , although it seems you have placed out of ninth grade science. Congratulations.”
“I didn’t take a placement test, though.” Matron Charlie continued on as if she had not heard him.
“You will be given a reprieve from exercise for the weekend, but do expect to begin on Monday. I'll let you review this, and if you have any questions, I will be right down the hall in room 201."
When the door closed behind Charlie and the sound of her footsteps was no longer audible, Robert burst out into a cackle. "I told you, you weren't ready." Oliver rolled his eyes in response and pulled out a thick stack of papers from the manila folder. The first one was a schedule, reading:
Mon-Fri
8:30am Breakfast
9:00am Calculus -Mr. Houston
10:00am History -Mr. Johnson
11:00am English Literature -Ms. Latham
12:00pm Lunch
1:00pm Physics-Mr. Lawson
2:00pm Gym (Track & Field ) - Mr. Weisman
3:00PM (every other we ek) - Dr. Heinz
4:00PM Free time
11:00pm Room check
"Brutal. You got Dr. Heinz for psych eval?"
"What is that?" Robert paused and he regarded Oliver strangely for a moment.
"I'm guessing you didn’t get a brochure."
"Of course not." Oliver said.
Robert shrugged. "Some people choose to go here." He said.
"Why would they do that?"
"It's routine. It's normal. There’s nothing wrong with that. We get psych sessions every few weeks, to make sure we're not losing it."
"Wow, that's kind of them." Oliver said.
Robert laughed again. "It's not that bad. Sometimes, it's nice to have someone to talk to about your secrets."
A lump formed in Oliver’s throat and he looked down. He certainly knew about secrets. "What about Dr. Heinz?"
"He's just …been known to be very direct. Some people say he's crazy himself. I had him last semester. He was very…interesting. I’ll leave it at that." Robert laughed.
"What did you talk about?" Oliver asked.
Robert glowered and shoved his hands into his pocket. " We talked a lot about the future and the past. He reminisced a lot. Anyway, he might okay to you. A little out there, though."
Oliver flipped through the rest of the packet, which revealed a list of rules, dress code, administrators, and a recommended book of the week.
"Is this homework? I just got
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