My mind is racing! Ms Letty is making us write stories! I already know mine!
I start writing about my dreams from last night. I describe the excitment of the swinging, the whole lot! It keeps me happy for about 2 hours.
I hand it to ms Lewitt , hopefully waiting for her to read i out-" Vot rubbeesh! Ve do not write about our imagined parents!"
"What! How is? What is wrong with that?!"I yell hysterically. She shakes her clenched fist warningly, and shouts" NO!I SAID NO!" And that is when i have had it. I'm fed up to the back of my neck of people treating me like dirt, shunting me out of the way, pushing me too far . and now I'm done. Run! I dart passed all the teachers and sprint around Adam's guard. My forehead is so hot, i am sweating like a pig. I dont dare look back, but i am sure they are following me. I just Run like my life depends on it - it does. I I blink and try not to cry, and bolt out of the huge iron gates. I mean, i know i hate it here- there, but well ,i have built a life in woolachers. I run across roads , avoiding dodgy drunkards and beggars. Then i see a horrid, horrid, sight. Cook Mattie(omg) , dressed in rags and calling for money! I have ruined her life, and she shoots me a look of anger. My face contorts. I cant bear this. I walk away. I am not sure what i am running to, but it will work out.
YOU ARE READING
A girl called...
Historical FictionShe knows she has a name... 34567 was orphaned at newborn. Her mother left her without a name tag or date of birth, so she was given a number name. Desperately teased ,she searches for her identity, to find a new life...
