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Principal Suspends Farmer's Son—Next Day, Military Helicopters Land at School

He's just a farmer's son. He doesn't belong at Westridge Academy. The arrogant principal's words still echoed across campus when three military helicopters thundered overhead the next morning. His jaw dropped as decorated officers in full uniform marched toward his office. "We're here about Ethan Taylor," the stern-faced commander announced. "And you have some explaining to do." Westridge Academy stood like a fortress against the crisp blue October sky. Its imposing brick facade and perfectly manicured grounds projected an image of academic excellence and exclusivity that had defined the prestigious boarding school for over a century. Wrought iron gates bearing the school's shield—a falcon clutching a quill—guarded the entrance, along with the Latin motto Excellentia Per Traditionem: Excellence Through Tradition. For generations, Westridge had educated the children of politicians, business magnates, and old-money families. A fact that Headmaster Dr. Lawrence Hargrove never tired of mentioning during his meticulously orchestrated tours for prospective parents. At 58, with a perpetually stern expression and silver-streaked dark hair, Dr. Hargrove had overseen Westridge's climb to the number three spot in national rankings during his twelve-year tenure. This achievement stemmed largely from his ruthless selectivity about which families were deemed "Westridge material." October sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows of his oak-paneled office, illuminating walls covered with framed photographs of Dr. Hargrove alongside famous alumni, certificates from educational associations, and an oil painting of the school's founder, Bartholomew Westridge. The grandfather clock in the corner ticked solemnly, marking time for his 10:00 AM disciplinary hearing—one he had been eagerly anticipating since the incident in the dining hall yesterday. Dr. Hargrove straightened his crimson and navy Westridge tie as his assistant, Mrs. Winters, knocked softly before opening the heavy mahogany door.