The scholarship allowed Jamie-Lee to attend a private school and dream of a better future. Her uniform helped her blend in and although she kept to herself, inviting no one to see the hovel that was her home, they could tell she was different anyway.
Back home she was ridiculed for attending a “posh” school. She belonged to neither world and the loneliness and effort to find her place proved too much.
Few people came to the funeral; fewer still shed tears. “Every chance” and “wasted potential ” were murmured with bitterness. It was hard to understand someone like Jamie-Lee.