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School life at St. Anne's was a painful experience for me. My teacher
was a terrifyingly tall woman with inch long scarlet talons. The
facial expressions she usually displayed in my presence implied that
her dearest wish was to scratch my eyes out with these weapons. The
other students had shunned me after I bit a boy called Ashton for
trying to take my toy mouse and the teachers had categorized me as
disruptive. After a puzzled time when they kept taking my scissors and
patting me on the head I realised I was also thought of as mentally
disabled. Later I was told this was because on the first word of my
entrance exam I spelt 'street' with a 'W'.
With the students all glaring at me from corners I resorted to the one
resource I had left to me-books. The teachers were under the
impression that I couldn't read a word so assumed I was plotting
something. It was then that the confiscating began.
My parents wouldn't believe that the teacher's were taking my books,
so thinking I was losing them or perhaps selling them, they refused to
give me anymore. I was left with nothing better to do then dig up the
school flowerbeds. However, the last straw for me was when one of our
class hymnbooks went missing. No one knew where it went and no one saw
it again, although I had deep suspicions including Ashton and a
bonfire of his own fashioning.
The teacher's attention was drawn to the wayward book, only after she
had doled them out and was left herself without. Her beady eyes swept
the room and fell upon my small form clutching my treasure. In a short
but forceful battle, my prize was ripped from my grasp and all I was
left with was the snappish 'You can't even read!' to console myself
with.
As the assembly hall around me filled with the chorus of my fellows I
sat there silent, letting my insides smoulder with rage at the
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The Life of a Child- Original Writing The first fall of snow is not only an event, but it is a magical
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Firestone, Lisa, Dr. "7 Ways Your Childhood Affects How You Parent."Http://www.psychalive.org/. N.p., n.d. Web. 5 Sept.
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