A Whateley Academy Tale
E. E. Nalley
And mother always told me
Be careful of who you love
And be careful of what you do
'cause the lie becomes the truth …
Michael Jackson, Billie Jean
October 3rd, 2007
Livingston Hall, Benjamin Franklin Academy, 147 Seaman Ave, New York, NY
Alex tried desperately to lose himself in the crowd of students making their way through the doors of the brownstone building. If he could just make it to the tennis courts he would be safe. Tennis was the preferred sport of Ben Franklin Academy and there were nearly a dozen courts in the park that adjoined the grounds of the school. The schools team always did well against the other private schools around New York and there was a certain amount of prestige to be had if one played the game well enough to make the team.
Alex wanted very much to make the team.
Anything that would improve his social standing in the school meant he was interested. While the well-heeled parents who put their children in a private school like Ben Franklin Academy paid to have teachers on staff who would not tolerate bullying, that just made the bullies smarter. Despite his money and 'trust fund kid' status that would normally put him near the top of the social heap at a regular school, at BFA, that was a minimum entry level kind of thing. It also meant the bullies couldn't be bought off. They weren't extortionists, this was sport as far as they were concerned.