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(Created page with "They would make fun of my name Anakie (as in Anarchy) and they made fun of my looks (I am a large girl I must admit but there’s nothing wrong with that). These children are monsters! They treat me like a beast. When I was in Grade 2, the 3rd-5th graders beat me and dragged me to the storm drain on the oval behind the goal posts of the field. I was stuck down there for hours, but it felt like days. It gave me time to think; I quickly grew tired and fell asleep. I woke...") |
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They would make fun of my name Anakie (as in Anarchy) and they made fun of my looks (I am a large girl I must admit but
These children are monsters! They treat me like a beast. When I was in Grade 2, the 3rd-5th graders beat me and dragged me to the storm drain on the oval behind the goal posts of the field. I was stuck down there for hours, but it felt like days. It gave me time to think; I quickly grew tired and fell asleep. I woke up when the teachers were pulling me out, but from the trauma I was unable to speak. I was lectured for "playing" at the back of the oval. Later I tried to explain that I was pushed, but they just
It started I was walking to school and I saw the same bunch of kids walking with another kid. He didn't seem to want to go anywhere, as he was pushing his feet into the dirt and telling them to leave him alone. I followed them from a distance, and soon they made it to the school. Like the time I was abused, it was after school, so about 3:30P.M. They went to the chicken coop and locked the child in. After they left, I smashed the lock off, and chicken feathers flew in every direction as I helped the kid up. He told me, "Leave the child. He is not important."
I helped up the boy and took him to the office. When his mother came to pick him up, she thanked me and left. I went home where I found my grandmother sitting in her chair. Instead of the regular
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I remember sitting at my
The rest of the day was normal apart from that. I took the boy out and I sat him in the office. Why do people come up to me and say these things? Lately they've stopped, but it made me think was I going mad over nothing until recently. 5 days ago, I felt very ill. I was a sickly pale that day. Every time I tried to talk to anyone, they would ask me the weird questions.
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I thought I was going mad until other people noticed it. When they
I keep dreaming the same thing: a feather falling into water that just keeps falling until I almost wake. Then it lands on the water. Why do I dream that? Who was the boy I saved? I
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