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Disclaimer: The characters in this story are merely fictional, and are not to be confused with anyone dead or alive. With that being said…
Welcome to the Haverty Academy for the Gifted.
The cool autumn breeze rattled the leaves of oak trees alongside the fences of the Haverty Academy for the Gifted. The academy had a very mediaeval feel to it, and rightly so, for the turrets and towers had once belonged to a castle that was now the main building.
It was a magnificent structure, and the modification that had been done upon it to convert to the academy it now was had been very limited, as to retain its natural beauty and mystic.
The grounds spread out for many miles, leaving the campus with a mini-stadium, a helicopter dock, a lush garden, a lake, and to put the cream on the top, a small orchard cum vineyard.
Haverty’s definition of Gifted was therefore, incredibly rich.
The academy was governed by one Mrs. McAllister-Adams-Burton-Radcliffe, a ravishingly good-looking woman. Who, to her credit, had been married four times.
Her son, her one and only son, (for after Joshua Adams was born, she decided that pregnancy was no good for her body) was the only person in the entire academy that seemed to dislike being there.
And this, Remington knew for a fact.