Spearwood Academy Volume One (The Spearwood Academy Book 1) Read Free

However, now she is the same age as the rest of our student body.
    As we have discussed with you before, we would very much like to teach and learn from your daughter. She is the only female in existence to have the same abilities as our male student body.
    We understand you may have doubts about sending her to our currently all boy school. Please let us assure you, all appropriate measures will be taken for her housing and needs.
    We want to impress upon you how important we feel it is for you to allow your daughter to attend our school. As we have told you over the years, we feel she could learn from us, and it would benefit her in all aspects of her life, including Ivy League colleges in her future.
    If you have changed your mind at all about allowing her to attend, please give us a call. We would be more than willing to take your call and answer any concerns you may have.
    Sincerely,
    Mr. Michael Perlow
    Headmaster of Spearwood Academy and
    Mr. Oliver Roseman
    Chairmen of Spearwood Academy’s Board of Governors
    The next paper lists their contact information. I put the letter down and look at Edgar. “Why now? Why tell me today? Why not before you obviously decided to call them!” He flinches at my tone. I don’t usually lose my temper with him.
    “Yau know me, Avalon. I’m not the type to be good at t’is kinda thing. Yau think I would’ve been a bachelor all these years if I were?”
    The sadness in his eyes makes me cool down. I give a sigh. “Tell me honestly. Do you want me to go?”
    He huffs. “Of course I don’t want yau to go! Some school filled with boys and not to mention on the other side of the world.”
    I consider the brochure again. My eyes bug out. The school is somewhere in Tibet? I did not see that coming.
    Ed runs a hand over his wispy white hairs. “But do I think yau should do it?” He gives another sigh and fiddles with his hands. “Yeah, I do. How else are yau going to learn about yaurself?”
    His words hit me like a ton of bricks. He’s right. How else am I going to get the answers to the questions I’ve been asking my entire life? These people know the answers. At least, I hope they do.
    “Yaur goin’, aren’t yau?” he asks. He can see by the expression on my face I’ve made up my mind.
    “I don’t really have much choice, do I? They have the answers to questions I’ve had since I could comprehend my situation. Besides, if I absolutely hate it and don’t learn anything, I’ll just tell them I want to come back home to my Orchard.”
    He gives a sad smile. “I thought yau’d say that.” He stands from the table again.
    “Where are you going?” I stand to follow him. He motions for me to sit.
    He goes upstairs; and a few minutes later, he comes back down carrying something. It looks like a necklace.
    Coming around to my side of the table, he stands behind me. “Lift yaur hair.” I do, and he puts the necklace around my neck. I lift it to get a better look at it, a locket made of glass with three very small, fuchsia, apple blossoms encased in the door.
    I frown at him. He’s never given me something like this; it’s come out of left field.
    “Mi father gave that to mi mother when he bought this orchard. It was a promise to her that the apple trees would always represent their love. Mi mother left it to me; wanted me to give it to a wife so that if we had a daughter, she could give it to her. I never got miself a wife, so I’m givin’ it to mi daughter.” He shrugs as if it’s not a big deal. “I want yau to have a piece of home with yau there.”
    I’ve never heard him call me his daughter before. I touch the locket and swallow hard. Some tears come to my eyes. “Thank you, Ed. You’re the only father I have, so this will always be home to me.”
    Now it’s his turn to swallow hard as he wipes a hand over his face before waving me off. “Don’t go gettin’ all mushy on me.”
    I finger the locket. The glass, cold as ice, fills me with a warmth; how