I danced gracefully across the ledge. Petting the stone gargoyles as I went. I felt the vibrations before I heard them. The ringing of the church bells, it was obnoxious and and frazzled my nerves a bit. But then again, being only feet away from brass bells twenty feet tall and thirty feet wide, of course I would hear them this way. I paused, waiting for the god-awful noise to stop before I would start dancing again. An uneven beat to different songs would be unsightly in a dance step. I counted the bell tolls, the only thing left to do. When they stopped I almost smiled in relief. Again my foot moved before my brain and I twisted and bent around the slick stone and statues. The sun was almost all the way up, painting the skies the way I had my kindergarten class.
Of course the finger paints they had given us hadn't been enough to create the depth and pattern perfectly, but I made with what I had and got featured in a newspaper, not the first and definitely not the last, kicked out of the school.
School For Gifted Children, was the next place I was thrown, I scoffed the first time I read the metal sign in from of the red brick building. Those children were not gifted, they were no more special then the cat I had for a pet, no, my pet was smarter than those children. At least she knew what the difference was between food and paste and ‘running full speed into a brick wall will hurt, so you will cry'. Their skulls may have been thick enough not to process . . . Anything, but they were not enough to save their poor, undeveloped brains from losing brain cells before they even had a chance to be any use.
That thankfully and sadly, was not my only experience with an english school system.
Primary school was more useless than the bag of waxy crayons they gave me as a ‘peace offering’ on the first day of classes. These children, though larger in size, were at the same intelligence as the day care children.
High school though, was an experience. It wasn't . . . Any use to my growing mind, in fact, most of the teachers there were as smart as the hormone crazed students.
The children changed, now dressing themselves; which was a mistake that many had made, fed themselves; yet another idiotic idea, and letting themselves . . . Have fun? I found the teenagers with the darker, more worn clothing stuck closer together, quiet and smart in class, but loud and . . . Of course stupid once they were with their mates. Spending time jumping at walls, thankfully not crying but laughing every time one would injure itself. And the teenagers with the brighter, more expensive clothing tended to spread out and harass everything in sight. Including myself, causing a quick pain for each in a limb or abdomen. They were the ones that used their active hormones correctly, every chance they got. 
Oh my, there goes my mind. My brain sending me to the more undesirable places in the end.
I sighed aloud, waiting for my song to restart, paused in mid movement, one leg hanging over the ledge, the rest of my limbs balancing myself without a twitch. The song thankfully restarted and I could move again.
I had lived a perfectly full life. Eighteen years was all I needed. Enough time to memorize every book I could ever get my hands on, enough time to listen to people's ramblings of what they thought life was like, and be featured in every rag about the ‘stupendous' things a little girl could do. It was rather easy though, and I had tried to explain it to a man once, use your whole brain. He tried.
He is still an idiot.
And now here I am.
There was no point explaining to people what  life was for, when they were so hell bent on their own views. I could wave my hand in front of their faces and they wouldn't see it.
I stopped again for a moment. My song played on, but I wouldn't dare take out my ears buds for fear of hearing the people below. The ignorant shouting and honking of the ignorant people and their cars. Then, an idea crossed my mind.
Slowly I stripped off my coat, folding it neatly and setting it down on the ledge. The air was chilled at this height, but I greeted it gratefully. The song switched as I started to unlace my boots. Taking out the worn strings and rolling them into a loop. The last song finished and I stood up to admire my handy work. I do not want this to become a case of suspected murder, this own this life and I have the right to end it, I thought with a grim smile. I turned and faced the city once again. The cold stone feeling different through socks as the cool air graced my exposed legs and arms. I took in a deep breath of cool air and spread out my arms. My lungs filled with chilled air and my hair whipped around my face as a larger gust of wind hit me. Why can’t people be as beautiful as nature? I asked myself wistfully. My fingers twisted the earbuds gently from my ears, placing them on my shoes. The sounds of the city filled my head.
But I ignored them. I twisted on my chilled toes and spread my arms once more.
“Hey!”
A voice rang out behind me but I had started to tip already. Gravity claimed me and my body left the ledge, the drop took me and my mind cleared and I smiled as I fell.