My dearest Grandmother,
By now I assume you have heard of Dr Adair’s offered bursary and the place I have taken up at the Portsmouth Naval Academy.
I had always heard what ‘regular people’ felt about friendship. That it’s not dissimilar to coming home, like being respected and valued. That no matter what, someone would care for you, but I find it hard to believe them. I’m not like the other boys, dreaming of becoming friends with someone. All I dream about here is the long, stone white empty corridors, sounds of laughter, happiness drifting through thin walls but never quite reaching me.
I believed that here at the academy there would be other solitaries, and together we could become composites. However,