F.R haythorne
A school where the kids are so clueless they think the sky is a giant glitter jar. If you go there, you'll be the only one who can still think straight, and that's a curse.
My sister went to F. R. Haythorne and now she thinks the moon is made of cheese and she’s mad about it.
A kid there tried to solve a problem by yelling at it. It didn’t work.
The cafeteria there serves pizza that’s so bad, it makes the clouds cry.