"Why not St. Cains's Trust?"

"But Sir, you know I can't afford it. Even the cheapest college from the trust would be too much."

Mr Wealdhere scowled at me, as if I was missing something obvious.

"Scolarships Achim, why do you think i have had you come here for 5 years?"

"So I could keep you company?"

Everyday after class I come here and my school - St.Bede's Academy - would teach me new subjects.

It all started when i was 4, about to start elementary school. I was always ushered to the next class up. Skipping year 2 through 4 and entering year 5 at the age of 7. although i was younger than the students i never stood out. I developed earlier and was quite tall and lean. I picked up and dropped sports. picked up hobbies, extra activities, advanced classes, music lessons… it goes on and on.

"Achim, you're the only person i've ever had attend my school who became a grade 9 pianist and quit the next day. If you decided to apply to St.Cain's and actually get in. THINK OF THE PUBLICITY!!!"

I dont mind him using me for publicity and government grants. after all i still have to attend this backwash hilly billy dump. Advanced placement school my ass.

"I get it, I get it. i'll apply"

if it wasn't to shut him up for 2 seconds and introduce me to a good new subject.

"Good, well. the paperwork is all sorted so don't worry about that"

"Paperwork is done? But i just agreed?"

"The deadline was weeks ago but we hadn't asked you so we did it anyways" he looked at me sheepishly "thanks for agreeing with our thoughts though."

the classroom i had been pulled into this time was a dreary victorian classroom in the oldest part of the academy. 'this new topic will be academic then' glancing out the corner of my eye. i could see the athletics track. i preferred those topics.

"Right i'll introduce this topics teacher"

The monitor beeped on. an old depressed man with a unkempted white beard appeared.

"The St.Cain's Trust".

the video of the main speaking seemed to be silent but i could here him speak. it was as if i had speakers blasting his voice directly next to my ears. Mr Wealdhere fiddled with his remote, turning the volume up and down.

"Sorry the sound is out i will resta…"

The old man's voice went on.

"Divided into 9 Colleges. Each named after…"

The screen turned black.

"I'll try restart the Video."

always with this. nothing ever works. Why did i even stay here this long. RINGGGG. RINGGGG. A stampede of bored teenagers stormed down the nearby corridors.

"i'll send you the introduction. Watch it tonight and we will start tomorrow instead"

He knew it too. the academy was in shambles. if it wasn't for me, the academies grants would have dried up by now, the publicity when i get in to St. Cain's must be worth it.