Kurt says. “It’s a high school, bro, not an academy. We don’t have any famous students. Unless you count the athletics department. Lots of Triborough champs. If we win the next swim meet, my team will be too.” Thorne Hill High School is not your average high school. They make you take a specialized test to get in if you don’t live in the proper zoning. In the 1800s, the building was a church. The tall Gothic kind with gargoyles and sharp pillars that would make anyone think twice before going on the roof for a smoke break. The stones have faded over the years from what must’ve been white to a dirty gray. The tall wooden doors that lead into the school are crowned by two angel statues. I’m not talking typical angels praying and glowing with light. These guys are tilted toward each other, like they were frozen in the middle of their fight. Their carved swords form the peak of the archway into the school.
