When Carrie-Ann was born, the doctors told us that we had a very special girl. We didn’t really know what that meant, only that it seemed to involve sending her to „special schools“ because she couldn’t handle being in a normal one. So we sent her to the newly opened St. Mary’s Boarding School for Gifted Children. She seemed to be happy there. She even made a friend called Ava. I didn’t like her, though. Ava told Carrie-Ann stories, disturbing ones, about things her parents and other people allegedly did to her. I told Carrie-Ann to stay away from her, but I don’t think she ever listened.