By Francine Prose
My father was once killed on Sep 11.
while 8th grader Bart Rangely is granted a ''mercy'' scholarship to an elite deepest tuition after his father is killed within the North Tower, doorways must have opened. in its place, he's terrorized and bullied by means of his personal mentor. So starts the worst 12 months of his lifestyles.
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One day I woke up and it was October. That was the day my mother got a letter from the headmaster of Baileywell Preparatory Academy. Sometimes, when the mail was piled so high that it threatened to topple off the dining room 34 table and take over the whole room, Mom and I would rouse ourselves just long enough to sort through it and at least throw out the junk mail: the credit card offers, the charity drives, the disgusting letters from realtors who had read about Dad and were wondering if we’d be wanting to sell our home.
It had only been a possibility that was, after all, impossible. He could tell the anonymous donor that I was academically unqualified, that it wouldn’t be good for me or the school to admit me at this point. Maybe they could keep looking until they found some worthy, highachieving kid whose dad had been an undocumented restaurant worker at Windows on the World. On the morning of Dr. Bratton’s visit, Mom practically skipped downstairs in pressed jeans and a bright red sweater. Her hair and face were shining.
He kept looking over his shoulder, as if he couldn’t wait to hop back in his dad’s car and drive away. I thought: At least he still has a dad! I didn’t like how that made me feel, and suddenly I realized that going back to school would be hard and painful and weirdly . . embarrassing. I wasn’t sure I could do it. Maybe I’d never have to go back. Maybe I could talk Mom into homeschooling. But I knew that wasn’t an option. With Dad no longer sending us money, she had to 25 go back to work as soon as there was somewhere for her to go back to.