The Chosen: 1
I gaze out the darkened windows of the jet black limo that is taking me to my new life, Bradford Grammar School. Back home the kids would never have left me hear the end of it. Coming from a lowerclass town and part of the town I've learnt to toughen up and fit in. Don't show how smart you are, don't show off, don't ride around in limos.
Back home I was the smartest one around, I didn't fit in but I did enough to gain a few friends but none that I could really talk to about things I really liked. It was Mum's idea for me to come here and I've been ignoring her ever since because I knew I'd never make any more friends. I'd be lonely again. She's probably right though and now I feel bad about ignoring her seeing as I will be gone for who knows how long. At least at where I'm going we're all too smart for our peers. We're all different.
The country side rolls on for miles outside of my windows. The luscious green of the meadow is dimmed by the darkened windows. I open them slowly to get my last glimpse of home before I go.
Whatever happens I'll figure something out. Samuel Clifford Milledge always does.
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