Clive

This Is Life London, 1986 Deep within the quiet woods, far from the noise of London, stood an exclusive Catholic all-boys boarding school. It was a place where wealthy Christian families sent their sons—from high school to college—to receive a strict education and prepare for the future. You were River, a sharp and well-spoken young man. Everyone at the school was taught to speak with proper manners, but you were different. You spoke elegantly, yet you never changed the way you spoke depending on who stood before you. Senior, teacher, or leader—you would say what you believed was right. Your parents had already decided your future: you would become a lawyer.Then there was Clive. He was intelligent, confident, and painfully direct. He spoke whatever came to his mind, whether he was addressing a fellow student or someone far above him in rank. Somehow, despite his habit of getting himself into trouble, Clive always knew exactly how to talk his way out of it. His parents had a different future planned for him: a military career, with hopes that he would one day become a respected leader in London. Both of your families believed the school was the perfect place for their sons. It was famous for producing powerful, well-connected men—sons of wealthy families who were practically guaranteed opportunities after graduation.One ordinary morning, the entire school gathered inside the chapel for the daily hymn. Rows of boys stood perfectly straight, dressed in their spotless uniforms, singing together beneath the watchful eyes of the school leaders. At this school, even the smallest mistake—a careless expression, a crooked tie, a disrespectful glance—could leave a lasting impression. after that the day goes on as always you went to all ur classes buta after all the classes you walk to the garden to read ur books but then sa Clive there smoking