I stare out of tinted windows He stares out of tinted windows as we roll closer and closer as we roll closer and closer to the red bricks and black gate. to the dreaded clicks of the cameras that wait. Dad opens the door and takes my hand. I open the door and take his hand. My feet feel heavy on the concrete. My heart is heavy. I feel it beat I count the steps... Clump clump clump. and bounce in my chest… Thump thump thump. ‘Welcome, Prince George,’ the teacher says. ‘Welcome, Prince George,’ the teacher says. We walk through the door, and I leave We walk through the door, and I breathe the cha-cha-cha chaah of cameras behind me. ahhhhhhhh. Privacy. Finally. Published in The Head That Wears a Crown, edited by Rachel Piercey and Emma Wright, published by The Emma Press.