| Star Streaming by Pentagrammic Prism |
| I like my school. It is very nice and pretty. It has big trees which I can hide in when I want to be alone. It has big monkey bars and I can swing on them and flip and do colours. When I sit on top of the monkey bars I can see everything. The world is right in my lap and I can catch it like the stars when you go way up high to a top roof. I can see other things too. I can see sad people. People laughing. Even people crying. People playing and people not playing. I like being up high. I can see teachers walking. They make sure we are safe when playing. But I can also see some things that teachers can't see. I can see when some big people push little kids. I can see when little people's lunch gets taken. And when they bend down to pick it up I can hear names that big people call them. Some times when I am up high I am one of the sad ones, all alone and trying to hide. One day my best friend in the entire world wanted to come and play with me. I saw how my friend couldn't get to me, I was very sad. Why? Because my friend fell over and the big people laughed. Soon more people joined in to watch and laugh. I wanted to yell to teacher but there wasn't one. |
| Can you colour me in (on the next Page) to show how happy I will be when my friend and I finally get together? |
| Suddenly, someone yells teacher and everyone goes and my friend is left alone on the ground. I call out "come to where I am quickly". Running with knees all bloody my friend climbs to the top of the monkey bars where we share our lunch. My friend never cries but I know what it feels like to be sad. We sit there all lunch time because no one can get to us up here, especially not the big peoples. We talked about how we could tell a teacher. But we are so very scared. What if teacher just laughs and says we are scaredy cats or calls us trouble makers? But what if teacher can make it better? We cant decide. So then we think. We could write a letter saying how sad it makes us feel. We don't tell names just tell them about our feelings. Just like the teachers tell us to do when we are sad. We could even leave it on teacher's desk. Dear teacher, We don't like school any more because when we go to play big people hurt us and make us fall over. They laugh at us and call us names. It makes us feel very sad, scared and upset. When they put their big feet out and we fall, we can't help it. We want to be happy again and not sit on monkey bars to hide. Some days we don't even get lunch because big people take it from us and put it in garbage bins. It's not fair. Please stop big people being mean. me and my friend. The next day walking across the same basketball court the big people do the same thing. But this time a whistle blows and three teachers come and get us. The teachers pick us up and the big people they get into trouble. They have to say sorry. Me and my friend are happy again. We say thank you to the teachers for hearing and helping us. |
| Story by Violet |
