Page 4 of The Black Flamingo

I’m singing “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” with Anna, helping Mum to put her to bed.

Mum says, “You have such a beautiful voice, Michael.

your singing teacher told me about a special school you could go to with an excellent choir.

It’s an all-boys school in Camden.” I like boys.

I like Camden.

I like when we go to Camden Market.

It’s full of crazy, colorful clothes.

We walk by the canal after, if it’s a sunny day.

But we don’t go often because it’s far away.

Emily is going to a private school that Mum says we can’t afford.

Callum says he doesn’t know what school he’s going to yet.

But Callum doesn’t sing, so he can’t come with me.