The angles of the two buildings were slightly off, so that, from the street, the school looked like something that was pulling itself out of the ground, with one shoulder hunched up behind it, awkward and broken.
This actually happened, although I was younger when it did. When I was about to move up to secondary school, which was a few miles away from where I lived, my mother took me on the bus ride to make sure I knew what I was doing. And the description of the school here, on a physical level, was based on how my own future school appeared to me at that point.
The comparison ends there, though. For the most part, my own secondary school was nothing like Gritten. It was a generally very good experience, populated by great friends, excellent teachers, and – most importantly of all – a distinct lack of murder.
But where’s the fun in that?
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