The next day I spent most of my time by the river. Looking at my phone that was nearly dead, I see it is nearly 2pm and head into the city to meet my little brother. I sit on the swings at the park. Staring over the pack school. It was smaller than the boarding school I attended. Tall gates wrapped around the entire brick building, it had small buildings branching off it and a huge brick archway that led to the front gate. Flowers running along the footpath out the front and a small pedestrian crossing leading to the park I was sitting in which was next to the...