Im sat in class but I dont get it. Its literacy and my teacher just told me to read between the lines to get the answer. That light is making a noise. There isn’t anything between the lines except space though. It’s too loud in here my ears are hurting. How can I put more information? I dont know whats wrong with me but I don’t feel right. There’s nothing else to write. Im stabbing the paper with the pen. The pen is hurting me anyway. I can’t do the work. It’s too hard. I don’t understand. The bell goes for dinner time.
Oh no! It’s too loud. Why is everyone running to the door. There are so many people. I still feel funny. I’m going to sit here. My teacher tells me to go to dinner.
I walk slowly to my peg to get my lunch box. I don’t think I want to eat today. There are too many people in the dining room. It’s so loud. I don’t like the dining room. I don’t like the dining room. I can’t.
I walk in. I feel worse now. It’s so loud! It’s too loud. I can’t work out where I’m meant to sit but I see someone I know and go to sit there. “you can’t sit here someone else is sat there” I sit down anyway. They can’t be right, the chair is empty. Everyone at the table gets up and moves. I’m on my own. I’m not going to eat. I don’t feel like eating. I feel funny. I go and put my lunch box back and go outside.
The playground is so big. I can’t see anyone I know. People are screaming. I can’t stand the noise so I put my fingers in my ears. There are too many people. What are they doing anyway? Why are they running? I don’t like this. I feel worse now. I can’t do it. I want to go home. I start to say it under my breath. I want to go home. I want to go home. I want….OW! Someone touched me! That hurt! Why did they touch me? Where did they go? Why did they hurt me?
I can’t be here. It’s too much. My heart is beating so fast. My legs start to run. I want to go home. I want to go home. There is a fence in the way. I want to go home. I can’t stay in here, it’s not nice. I don’t feel right. My legs are climbing. So are my hands. There is shouting. I don’t know what they are saying. It’s too loud. The faces look funny. Why are they shouting, it hurts when they shout.
Someone got me. I don’t want them to touch me. Im screaming now. I’m not letting go of the fence. I want to go home!
I’m being dragged across the playground, they are holding my arms, I don’t want them to hold me, my legs are trying to get back to the fence. I want to go home. My hands hurt. Why are they making me go back through the playground. I don’t like the playground. My arm got hurt. It’s too loud. Nothing makes sense. I want to go home!
I’m in the corridor, my foot is kicking. The head teacher is shouting. Why is she shouting? It’s too loud. It hurts my ears so I put my fingers in my ears. She keeps shouting. Why won’t she stop. I want to go home. Her face looks funny. I fall to the floor. My legs are cross. So are my hands. I scream and hit my head on the floor. I hit it again. I can’t stop. I don’t want to be here. It’s too much. I want to go home! I want it all to go away.
I feel someone hold me. They aren’t shouting. This quiet calm voice cuts through the chaos in my head. I can hear the words. “it’s ok, Mummy’s here now. Mummy’s here” those words feel nicer. They aren’t shouty words. They don’t hurt my ears. I can’t stop crying though. It’s still too much. I carry on until Im exhausted. I let mummy hold me now. The nice words are still there. I can’t see anything else. I want to go home. I want to go home mummy.
She picks me up. I can hear words. It’s the head teacher. She’s not shouting this time but she still sounds funny. “destroying school property”… “kicked a bin” …”the fence” …”naughtiest child we have ever had in this school” Is she talking about me? I’m not naughty. Am I? What did I do? I want to go home! I hate my life. I wish I was dead.
My mum looks at the head teacher with a funny face and all I hear is “I’m taking him home”
I’m going home!
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