Wuncler Academy

Kris723

SUMMARY: If there was one thing Huey Freeman hated, it was being forced to do things he didn't want to do. When he four, his father forced him to eat meat with his vegetables. When he was ten, he was forced to relocate because his parents died. Now that he was seventeen, he was forced to attend this pretentious, white-dominated school because his Granddad wanted to get in good with the town's owner. Huey Freeman could give a damn about this school, this school could rot in hell.

A/N: Hey guys, long time no see! I'm so glad to be writing again. Honestly, it took a long time for me to get back into the writing habit. A lot happened within the past couple of years and it kind of made me lose that writing spirit, but I feel like this is my comeback. I just need to learn not to rush it. Pacing myself helps a lot in the long run. Also, this is going to be a bit different. While I'm going to stay as true to the series as I can, I'm also going to be a bit AU.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING BOONDOCKS-RELATED! Everything I own is only the stuff I make up; all Boondocks-related territory belongs to Aaron McGruder.

RATING: This story is Rated T for adult languages/situations


Setting: 1957 Wuncler RD, Woodcrest; Silver Springs, Maryland

Date: June 14TH

Chapter One

A Wuncler Offer

Huey Freeman

I rolled my eyes as I watched Granddad get the cheese-plate ready in the small living room. He hummed a delightful tune that irritated the hell out of me. To him, it wasn't every day when Ed Wuncler Sr, the man who basically owned Woodcrest, called Granddad and invited himself over to our house. And as Granddad always said, the white men in this town loved cheese. Riley and I spent the whole night cleaning the house from top to bottom; Granddad wanted everything looking perfect even though we basically lived in squalor. We moved to Woodcrest when I was ten, it was shortly after the death of my parents; Camille and Escobar. Along with my younger brother, Riley; we used to live in downtown Chicago. My Mom used to be a schoolteacher, she was even my second-grade school teacher. She was the smartest woman I ever knew. I remembered her going beyond the grade two curriculum because she wanted her students to have the best education even though we lived the bad parts of town.

My father was smart as well, but he didn't use his smarts the same way as Mom used too. He was a car dealer and even owned a small business; but his cars were basically lemons and he tried to sell them for more than they were worth. Well, long story short, he sold the wrong car to the wrong people and in turn…they shot my Father and Mom. The only reason they spared Riley and I was because we were kids. Riley was eight and slept right through it. I heard my Father get shot first and opened our bedroom door just in time to hear them shot my Mom. She defended my Dad, even in death. She was too good for him. I never forgave him.

After the funeral, Granddad wanted to take us out of Chicago, but because of my Father's dirty deeds, the banks took everything away from us…including our inheritance my Mom had stored away ever since we were born. We couldn't live the life of luxury that Granddad always wanted for us, so we had to live in the lower half of Woodcrest. Our house only contained two bedrooms and one bathroom, not a perfect situation for three males; one old and two growing boys. For Riley and me, living in the hood in Woodcrest was the same as living in the hood in Chicago; we had to defend ourselves every day. We were constantly fighting others, sometimes I helped Riley with his fights and other times I had to defend Riley when he wasn't around. Riley's mouth constantly got him in trouble and so did his actions. He constantly got caught carrying a gun in school and hiding it in his locker. It was because of him that they had to install security alarms at the school entrances. Riley wanted to be hood forever like our Father. "Yo, my middle name's not Escobar for a reason!" he always proclaimed.

The only reason that separated Riley and I was how much I wanted to leave Woodcrest and never look back. The only way of living Woodcrest was to study hard enough to get the hell out of Maryland. There was no point in me staying after eighteen.

"Why do you have to put out cheese, you know that's a myth, Granddad," I announced from my place on the stairs. Riley came out of our shared bedroom and I moved out the way as he made his way downstairs. He stopped at the bottom staircase and stared at himself at the mirror in the front hallway. His cornrows were freshly done and to him, his outfit was fresh. He was wearing a Chicago Cubs baseball jersey with a pair of dark blue jeans that looked new and a pair of Nikes that looked newer.

"Where in the fuck did you get that outfit?" I asked him, raising my eyebrow. Granddad forced me to work at the local grocery store the moment I turned sixteen. The small paycheck I earned every two weeks went to him for rent and other necessities such as food and electricity. I couldn't even hide $60 for myself.

"Bitch, don't worry about where I gets my money from," Riley proclaimed. "Even in the hood, a nigga gotta look fly."

"Boy, if you're getting money from under the table, you better be giving some of it to me," Granddad said. I rolled my eyes, haven't they learned from my Father's stupidity?

"Nah, Granddad. This money is for me," Riley said as he walked into the kitchen.

"Don't be drinking none of my orange juice or I'll beat your ass. Just because you and Huey got tall doesn't mean I can't whip out my belt!" Granddad shouted after him.

"It's my orange juice too, Granddad!"

"Pay some bills and then we'll discuss you getting a glass. Until then, don't be touching my orange juice or I'll beat your ass!"

"I fucking hate you, Granddad!" It wasn't long before Granddad and I heard the backdoor slam. Riley was going to get himself into more trouble, but today, Granddad didn't care. Today, the only thing on his mind was his impending visit with Ed Wuncler, Sr.

"You should be proud, boy. Maybe you can finally get in that school I've been trying to get you into since high school. Maybe I can sway Riley in as well," Granddad fantasied. I rolled my eyes, Wuncler Academy was filled with more white kids than black. For a white boy, it was easy to get in and stay out of trouble; black kids had trouble getting in and staying in unless you had money, something Granddad didn't have.

"I don't want to go to go to Wuncler Academy," I said in a clear voice.

"Stop talking stupid, boy," Granddad said. "I'm trying to get you and your brother out the ghetto once and for all. If that fool stays here any longer than it won't be only your Mother and my stupid son that died." Granddad loved Camille, he would have saved her from my father if he had gotten to her in time.

I would have continued the conversation when we heard the knock on the door. We knew it was Ed Wuncler Sr, I just didn't want to be there for the conversation.

"Can I leave?"

"No boy, you need to stay here. Go in the living room and be good." I rolled my eyes as I got up and headed into the living room. Granddad went in the hallway and opened the door before I heard Mr. Wuncler's voice enter the quiet house.

"Robert Freeman, it's nice to finally meet you. We heard a lot about you," Mr. Wuncler's voice echoed as my Granddad led him into the living room.

Ed Wuncler Sr was a short, portly old, white man. He wore a black suit that barely fit his fat ass and his grey hair was beginning to bald. His grey eyes looked piercing as if a simple stare could get him whatever he wanted. "And this must be the genius, I've heard about. Huey Freeman."

I grunted as Granddad sat beside me, which resulted in an elbow to the side. "It's nice to meet you, sir," I stated with a bit of grit between my teeth.

Mr. Wuncler gave a boastful laugh. "It's you I should be saying that too. A 4.0 GPA and founder of the Radical Times, how very impressive. Even if your newspaper is geared towards blacks only," Mr. Wuncler said in return. "Robert, you must know what this is about. We want to offer Huey here a spot at Wuncler Academy. We'll give him a full scholarship and even offer to pay for his uniform."

"Wow that would be nice—"

"But what if I don't want to go?" I spoke up. The two older men looked at me, Granddad as though he was about to smack the black off me. Mr. Wuncler cleared his throat before speaking.

"Huey, I've read your newspaper and let me tell you...you need me more than you think. You want to get into those HBCU colleges? Then you need my school because the only thing they care about now is money. Of course, it used to be about the pride but that pride died years ago. If you don't have the education and the money, then you can forget about leaving Woodcrest."

"I thank you for your offer, but I think I can handle it. I did so far."

Mr. Wuncler laughed. "You got by with nothing more than pure luck. I'm offering you a place in my private academy. This is no longer a game, you are entering your senior year. You are going in with the sharks. Let me sweeten the pot for you. Not only will I offer you a scholarship, but your younger brother gets one as well. I know going to a new school might be hard for you, so why not have some company."

I rolled my eyes, Riley's grades were bad…a normal person wouldn't give him anything except for an ass-whooping. Mr. Wuncler stood up turned to Granddad and I. "I have to make a call outside, I'll give you two five minutes to talk about it. Hopefully, I'll get the right answer when I come back inside." Mr. Wuncler walked out the front door and Granddad turned to me, smacking me upside the head.

"What the fuck was that for?!" I asked.

"Boy!" Granddad shouted. "What in the fuck are you doing, turning down a Wuncler offer! I'm trying to get you and your brother out the fucking ghetto!"

"I don't want to go to a predominantly white school, Granddad! Black people don't usually stay in a school like that!"

"Stop thinking about your damn pride for once!" Granddad had a different expression on his face now, it was sorrow mixed with shame. "Your mother only wanted the best for you and your brother and up until now, I haven't been following her example. All your inheritance is gone, you and your brother get in fights almost every other damn day, and I swear your brother is going to end up just like your father. Being stupid and getting into trouble. I'm even 100 percent sure he has a gun on him, somewhere. Please do this, if not for yourself and not for me, then for your mother, who died protecting you and that bastard of a son."

The front door opened again as Ed Wuncler Sr made his way back into the living room, placing his phone back into his pocket. "Well, I hope I've given you two time to discuss things," he said as he sat back down in Granddad's favorite chair. "What is your decision, Mr. Freeman?"

I sighed as I looked at Granddad, who had a pleading look in his eyes. "Fine, we'll go."

Mr. Wuncler clapped his hands together as though I had made a deal with the devil. "Excellent, Mr. Freeman. And don't worry, Robert, you won't have to pay for a thing. We'll make sure of that. Now, sadly I do have to leave but my admissions team will send Huey and Riley everything they'll need including dorm rooms, class schedules, and all that bullshit. Good day, gentlemen."

Granddad walked Mr. Wuncler out the house and the moment he made sure the car was gone, he gave a big wallop. "Yeah, boy! One more step towards getting out of the ghetto!" he half-sung as he made his way into the kitchen. "Just you wait, boy. You'll make your mother proud of you yet and I'll finally get that big house on Timid Deer Lane." I headed outside while Granddad hummed his happy tune while putting the remains of the cheese plate in saran wrap and placing it back in the fridge.

Outside was hot, but it was better than being in the house. Our "home" was one of four rows of apartments all made of red bricks in ruins. The shared backyards held clothes linings and AC units were stuck in at least one window per apartment. Front doors and back doors were opened and you could easily see inside people's homes through the tattered screen doors. The grass was low and despite it being sunny outside and yesterday's rain, the grass was almost as dry as hay. Other residents sat outside in porch steps, talking about who was going to win the next super bowl or about the latest shooting. I walked to the nearby park and sat down on top of the nearest, empty picnic table, thinking about the events of the day.

My whole life felt as though I've been forced to do things. When I was four, my Dad forced me to eat all the meat on my plate, which led to my later decision to become vegan. After my parents died, we were forced to move to Maryland, only to fall back into the ghetto lifestyle my Granddad tried to get us away from. And now, here I am at seventeen, forced to attend this predominantly-white academy ran by the devil of Woodcrest. What my Granddad didn't know was that we were now in the hands of the Wunclers and that wasn't a good thing.


A/N: The first chapter is done! I hope you guys liked it. Be sure to review, I can't wait to know your thoughts. I'll put up chapter two as soon as possible. Stay Golden.