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growing up, you had always been a little bit different than
other children. while they played outside, living in make-be
lieve, you would be reading about the news or some book th
at was way above your reading level. the other children wou
ld mock you for being more mature, smarter than them. you
never understood why the taunted you, but you learned to li
ve with it; grew thick skin so it wouldn't hurt as bad; or at le
ast to gain the ability to pretend it didn't. you always knew th
at you would amount to more than you could imagine, so when
you received the letter from the most prestigious school, you
knew you couldn't pass it up, and your parent's knew it too. so
they sent you over to italy to attend mumford's school for the
intellectually gifted. you were basically raised there, learning
everything they had to offer you. things rarely changed there
day in and day out things were the same. that was until recen
tly the dean of the school decided to allow in a group of...well
less intelligent children to help the current student adjust to r
eal life when they left the school. now the two groups have to
learn to work together; but that is a lot easier said then done.






