What the school did to me was flat out inhumane. Who knew such cruelty could be burdened on someone
so small and unassuming. Surely that wasn’t the proper way to reprimand! They revoked the only source
of joy I had, what had fueled me for so long. The carnival!!
I stared at a patch of greenery until my ardently sympathetic teacher tired herself out. I once again
observed my comrades frolic around in rapture. I couldn’t bear it any longer; I thought it better to remove
myself from the scene before obscene things happened. I curtly asked to use the toillete, as people from
Paree would have said.
My teacher went to supervise me while in the toillete but she was suddenly called out by another child
who was wounded in a battle of tag. I stood alone in the ghostly hall. I looked left and right to make sure
it felt pretty, like the street. A thought flickered across my mind, what if I ran? Far away from this
doomed life??
I laughed to myself as I condemned my own mind, tainted with naiveness. Never would I repeat this king
of all mistakes! But it had to be committed for me to learn...right? As Albert Einstein once said,
“Correction of mistakes is the first step of success”…or was it…Edison?
Aristole…stotle?! Ah never mind that.
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