Tenacious Sky

Chapter 1

"I promise everything will be fine. I've already been accepted into the school and everything is taken

care of on campus," I promised my mother. I was a junior in high school. Even for me, my plan was a

little ambitious and I didn't think I would get this far, but my bags were already packed and my flight left

in six hours.

"It's just... you've never been to a boarding school before and this one is so far away. You're going to be

away from the house for a long time. You haven't been gone this long since we brought you home," my

mom worried.

"I haven't even left yet," I joked. I was adopted. My parents brought me home from Korea when I was

two years old. My parents consisted of overly peppy mother hen with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes,

and a tall but strong father who always spoke his mind with short brown hair and hazel eyes.

Compared to them, it was obvious that I was adopted. Even though I dyed my hair blonde, my facial

features, fair skin, and brown eyes were nothing like my parents. I figured it out pretty early on. But I

loved my parents. They were the ones who introduced me to my first love: fencing.

"But it's an all-girls boarding school and, no offense honey, but you're the biggest tomboy I've ever met.

Aren't you worried at all?" My mom asked. I chuckled to myself. Being a tomboy would actually help me

at my new school because I had to act like a boy. I told my parents that I was going to the all-girls

Stone Lake Academy, But in reality, the school I was going to was five minutes from there: Preston Hills

Academy.

Preston Hills Academy was an all-boys boarding school in Maine. It was known for its sports program,

and I wouldn't have given it a second thought normally, but the Olympic fencing team's own Race

Imboden started coaching there this year. It was my dream to become an Olympic fencer. If I wanted to

be the best, I needed to be trained by the best. That's the reason I lied to my parents, cut my hair short,

decided to move to the other side of the country and attend an all-boys boarding school. And if I could

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"I'm not worried mom. You shouldn't be either. You know I've always been able to make friends easily.

"Did you pack everything you need?" She asked. I could tell that me being at a boarding school was

making her anxious by the way she continued to wring her hands together.

"I have everything I need. Don't worry, mom. Hopefully I'll be there until I graduate and then I'll join the

Olympic fencing team," I tried to reassure her. She sighed as she paced the floor.

"I should've kept you in dance," she muttered to herself.

"I'm still doing rhythmic gymnastics," I deadpanned. My mom wanted for me to be a girly-girl so badly,

but that wasn't me. It wasn't who I was. Fencing was my life.