You walk into the school, worrying like hell, you decide it would be
best to blend in with the other kids, so you look at the sheet of paper
and head towards your first class.
The first lesson was English, and you where expecting it to be easy
seeing as you had already passed this topic many years ago, but you
found that even though you had heard the stuff before when you began to
write it was coming out wrong, worse the more you went over why you
where doing it wrong in your brain the more it seemed to be natural,
like you didn't know any better, you where starting to get freaked out a
little now, especially as it was becoming harder and harder to remember
your adult knowledge and easier and easier to just be a kid called
Brandon, by the time you leave school, you have all of Brandons
memories, and you can't stop yourself acting like him, all you remember
of being an adult is your name, and that was fading fast...