La Verendrye
Day 1

It was a sunny day in September the cold air in the morning froze your breath. I sat out on the corner waiting for the giant metal orange monster to roll up and take me away. As I sat I wondered at the words my mother whispered to me as I left the door "Be careful. Everything will be OK." Around the corner I heard the breaks screech and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end.

There it sat before me, mouth wide waiting for me to enter I stepped onto its black tongue and walked down its throat to the back and sat. The others trapped with me all gazed inquisitively their eyes all locked. Desperately I evaded them and relaxed attempting to send my mind far away to the land of dreams but it proved difficult for the insides of the large monster where no softer then the outside and I hurt when I saw that we had reached our destination.

Entering the large sterile facility I could not mask my fear and terror all I was forced to enter a room separate that all the others which they called a portable. At the time I assumed the portable would be my home forever the stained gray walls seemed cold and the windows blocked by red shades in an attempt to make the hope seem bleak. Straightening, I attempted to see who had entered the hell with me. Few entered,14 at the most and tailing them the spawn of satan which ordered all of us to sit before her so that she could gaze at us all with her cruel blue gaze. Her words at first seemed sweet but behind them was a veil of maliciousness. Writing on the board strange squiggles that spelled the words "la premier journee d'ecole." Scared the class sat and dreaded the rest of the day. Quietly. I sat there hoping not to be recognized and I was left alone by gods will until the break. When that time came I was persecuted beyond my wildest dreams, the most rancid garbage was thrown at me and I was continuously called the foulest things such as "four fingered freak" In the language that our teachers despised. English, afterward I sat in the same hell waiting and at lunch I received the same treatment and I rested with the only way out of this world "the works of J.R.R. Tolkien" before I knew it the day had ended and I had found the best expression of my voice, words.

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