#Chapter 145: The Tour

Iris A little under an hour later, the large black gates of Wellington Academy open to let us in. I can’t help but gasp softly as I look up at the large building. It really is beautiful—red brick with white trim, large windows, a manicured lawn, and a big wrought iron fence with manned gates so strangers can’t just walk onto the school grounds. Beautiful, intimidating, and most of all: safe. It looks exactly like what a prestigious private school should look like. But I can’t help but feel a little guilty. Is it hypocritical of me to be looking at private schools for Miles when I’m advocating for better public school funding? Before I can spiral further into that thought, the front doors swing open, and a woman in her fifties with silver-streaked dark hair steps out to greet us. “Mr. President, Ms. Willford,” she says warmly, extending her hand. “I’m Dr. Katherine Elliot, the principal of Wellington Academy. Please, come inside.” Arthur shakes her ha