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“We take this exit and then go a few miles.”
Austin studied the map. He designated the Tizona School of Excellence by highlighting in a bright yellow circle the land south of Interstate 16 near Savannah. After completing his registration online and the other necessary documents, he’d received an email with an address and general directions. A little further digging online revealed the school’s land had once been owned by a local family and leased for a hunting camp before it had been purchased by the school several decades ago.
He glanced at his two bags and box of personal items in the back seat.
“Don’t worry,” Mom said, “I’m sure you haven’t forgotten anything. Even if you have, it’s not like you can’t come back home.”
Austin rolled his eyes and looked out the window. “Come on, Mo
