A childhood tale

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A childhood tale

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