And when you see something so awful you want to bury it deep in your mind and never think about it ever again a memory like mine is a cruel thing to have. It’s useful for passing exams, but it’s not always a blessing – sometimes I have no control over what I remember and the things I’d rather forget – my memory catapults back to a time or a place and it’s like living it all over again. The only thing that’s special about me is that I have perfect recall: a photographic memory. Oh, and I don’t have rich parents either, so I have no clue why they ever let me in. My brain’s a pea compared with my gifted, hyper-intelligent, living-in-a-bubble fellow students. OK, so quoting a dead language might not seem like a cool way to begin, but it’s our school motto and I thought you should know that right from the start.Īnyway, the truth is you can’t get through the ancient oak doors of St Jude’s Academy unless you have a brain the size of a planet and your parents appear five years running in the Sunday Times Rich List.
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