Thursday, April 12, 2007
School is out
Sit in the corner and keep quite, your always such an irritation. No wonder your mother always forget you after school, the less she sees of you the better.
Such an ugly child, with your ash blond hair and all those freckles. Do you think you will grow up to look any better? I honestly don’t think so.
You will always be the ugly duckling.
Why do you even look at me? Let us not even try and talk about your class work, not only are you ugly you are stupid too.
I am not stupid, my mom says I just learn different that makes me special. I like pictures and songs more. I can do math if I want, I just don’t like it. Mommy is late in the afternoon because she is looking for a job; daddy had to go to heaven. It’s been hard for mommy she cries every night. She told me the angels keep daddy save and warm at night. I am not ugly; I look just like my mommy. Daddy always said we where the most beautiful woman in the world.
You pesky little beast sitting there in the corner. I will punish you until you talk, you think silence will keep you save. No child, it just makes people hate you, you and your ugly little figure, so fragile like a mouse. Yes that’s what I will call you from now on, Stinky mouse. Ugly, stinky, small, pesky mouse!
I wonder why my teacher doesn’t like me and what does hate mean? Mommy says hate is what starts wars, and on the TV people cry in wars. Mommy always sends me away when there is war on the news. I like mice they cute a fluffy and their whiskers go all twiddle twaddle to the sides. Mommy always tells me the story of the brave little mouse that went to Paris. The world is a big place and Paris seems nice. I wonder if heaven is in Paris.
You better not tell your mother how you wait in the corner after school is she comes here and give me trouble. I will just punish you more maybe even hit you. I am sure the Stinky mouse doesn’t want to get hit by the teacher in front of all her classmates.
I wonder why I can’t tell mommy?