"I don't remember my early childhood. My mother says she dropped me on the head." Which, honestly, he'd always thought was her bullshitting him, because she said stuff like that all the time and also because he remembered some things. "I remember gunshots."

He'd never told anyone about that, but then, it had always seemed irrational. Now that he knew these things? A lot more believable. "Maybe I forgot because of something?" Maybe there was trauma of some kind. Huh. Maybe that was what was wrong with him. So many people had asked him what was wrong over the years. "...would I still go to school here?"

Because this school sucked, honestly.