Stephen Inglis thought running away would help but that was not the solution. The bullies at his school teased him for sleeping with a teddy bear. It was, in actual fact, a stuffed elephant and it was the only memory he had of home in the Middle East.
He was not at all sporty, at a prep school where sport was a key to popularity. He joined a whole term late and he found it hard to make friends, he missed his family so much. He was nine and his father had said he would be fine. That was not what Stephen felt, he felt a true outsider, a stranger without a friend
An opportunity to get revenge on one of his tormentors finally presents itself, Stephen has to decide; should he try and save his enemy or should he let him perish? With his death, he could at least expect a silent, grudging respect from the others and to be left alone.
One hundred and fifty boys, one hundred and forty-nine happy, one miserable, did his happiness justify the taking of another life.
Would he be a slave or would he be free?