Aimee's Blog

I wake up to darkness, in a cold, icy mattress it’s freezing, I get my dusty bag not having breakfast and I’m off. I can’t change my clothes I only have one pair, no shoes I’m walking along the dusty road, I stepped on a sharp rock or two on the way to school. It takes such a long time to get there I can’t even travel by bus because I have no money. In school the bathrooms are horrible, we need to dig a hole to do our business, in my class there’s not a very good education, the teacher has to help each one of us, there’s like 60 in my class it’s very packed. Sometimes the teacher doesn’t even get to me because there’s so many people. On the way from school it’s the same thing stepping on stones, hurting my cold feet. I need to do my homework late at night because the street lights only come on late, so I have time to play. There’s not a lot of space so I play in a little junk pile by myself. I get a few cuts I don’t have bandages to stop it from getting infected sadly. Then it’s...

The Singing Inspector… Yesterday was a regular boring day at school, till in music class there in the corner of the room was this tall, old man. He had puffy pants that went up to his knees and stockings that were very thin, you could see his hairy, burned legs. What was this person doing here and why was he wearing that stuff? Ew! We all sat on the mat with this man in front of us. He glared at us with his rotten teeth. He called up Armstrong and I, my heart was racing this guy was really scary. He said in a stern voice “Come on, aren’t you going to sing something”. But I was too scared to answer.  Armstrong answered in a quiet, slow voice, “W-We can sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?”. Fine just sing it, he said. Whilst Armstrong was singing in his high pitch voice, I didn’t do anything I was too scared. The man was staring at me I tried so hard not to make eye contact and eventually he told us to stop. He said “Horrible you call that singing get out of my class id...