On my adventures I looked like a homeless person. With my unwashed, unbrushed deep black hair people would look at me like I'm a useless person. It didn't help that I smelled like rotten food and cow dung.
On this particular adventure I met a new friend. My new friend smelled and looked as bad as me. Peter smith was his name and he was a year older then me. Peter and I found ourselves on a train bound for Tam worth. We left Sydney at 9:30 am on a chilly Thursday morning. We arrived at Tamworth six hours and 16 minutes later.
As we wondered the streets of Tamworth people stared at us, it made me feel uneasy and unsafe. As the hours went by Peter and I found ourselves a few kilometers out of town at a place called Griffis' School for Troubled and Gifted Children and Teenagers.
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FantasyNothing seems to change for Kyle. His life follows those same steps over and over again. Can he break the spell? Can he find the truths that lay in the mist?
