sit in the back of Lisas Car, my legs tucked under my chin away
from the prying eyes of the neighbourhood children. Im Maggie
Simpson, Aged ten, a Reserved Girl who doesnt mix very well, Lost
in a world of fate.
Children at school act like I dont exist, Like a soulful speck of
dust floating forever in a vacant
landscape, Even the teachers treat me with care, I have to have
special lessons so everyone thinks Im thick which I the case I
not like other Children
it would have been better if I had died that day I fell from the top
of the Climbing Frame. Be free of this pain and exclusion. Thats
how I got this horrid illness. I had been climbing then suddenly like
a hand had pushed me I was thrown back and landed with a smack on the
hard concrete. I had passed out.