byThis place is supposed to be very nice and relaxing. It’s not a school and it’s not a hospital, but maybe it’s kind of half way between the two. It’s called Fairholme. I didn’t know if I was going to like it here at first. Then I did start to like it. Now I’m not so sure.
FairholmeI’m here because of my gifts, only the staff didn’t call them that. They sort of acknowledged them, but I could feel the staff getting embarrassed if they accidentally said something about them. They didn’t want to talk to me about them. Well, not directly anyway. They didn’t think I was special, but they didn’t think I was quite right either. They were jealous, of course. And a bit scared, too. I always sort of like that. It’s a bit naughty. It helps me, though. You know, to get through things. I don’t have a
