So I wait.Five, maybe ten minutes, on the bench behind the science block. Beside the greenhouse, where no one ever goes. And then, when all my peers...have trudged up the drive and boarded the bus back to their own particular domestic paradise, I can begin the walk home. It's only five miles.***My name is Christopher. Christopher Anthony Leach. Chris to his friends, although he doesn't have many. I hover somewhere on the periphery of life, drawing vicariously off others' experiences. I ask. Sure, she'd found some fun playmates, but that was it and it was no longer enough.Then she noticed Paige. There was something about her that drew her attention. In fact, there had always been something about Paige that called to her. Exactly what she had no idea, but it was there and felt oh so familiar. It took her awhile to figure it out, but once she did it amazed her that it had eluded her for so long, but there it was: Paige was into girls.Hailey had no idea how she knew, but she was. There were no swastikas for one thing. If he had, and had retreated at that point, some of the violence might have been avoided.“Hello guys, you okay?” asked Sergeant Bradshaw of the man who looked to be in charge. The look he got in return raised his hackles, but he remained outwardly calm. “Can I ask what you’re up to?”“Our jobs,” came the abrupt reply.“And what might that be? I don’t recognise your uniform. Who exactly are you?”The other two constables, both younger than Bradshaw, who was. I was promoted, and given a small team. I made sure she was part of it, more because I knew her abilities than anything else. I won't deny the small bit of flirting that went on; we just kept it quiet, that's all.So it was about 8 months since she had arrived, mid October, and the weather had still not entirely cooled. She commented on it a couple of times, and we teased her a little, about why had she moved to Florida if she expected actual seasons, that sort of thing.It was a Friday, and.