A Residential School Victim

My assignment for school was to write a short diary entry from the perspective of a residential school student or teacher. I choose to write it from the student's point of view.

For those of who have no clue as to what a residential school is, well it's basically when the Churches across Canada and the Canadian Federal government decided to put First Nations children into boarding schools, where they learn about Christianity and English or French. They were forcibly taken away from their parents and sent to these schools. They were not allowed to contact their parents in any way. The First Nations children were assimilated into the ways of Christian Faith. They were stripped from their rights of speaking their mother tongue, wearing their traditional clothing, and heritage. Residential Schools is a very dark legacy which is planted in Canadian history.

Different~ Chapter 2

Chapter 2
My mouth went a mile a minute, words pouring out in a confused alphabet soup. Though by some miracle, Dusk understood what I was attempting to say through the babbling thoughts in my mind. I could see the distress rising in her eyes once more, and I stopped abruptly.
"Dusk," I appealed to her- my hands clutched in front of me as I almost fell to my knees. I knew that if she was to reject my proposition, that that would be end. For her, and for me. And rejection seemed to be exactly her plan as she turned her back on me and slowly trudged away.

Fucking Perfect -- The Short Story

"I won't ever make you feel any less than fucking perfect."

 

-- The Art Of Forgetting -- Update 11

"What Breaks in a moment may take years to mend, only if we try to fix it one day at a time."

HeartBreaker

 

So I have been thinking whether or not to share this story I am going to write with you. 

About:

The story is going to be from a boy and girl perspective, but in 3rd person. I personally have never tried writing in 3rd person but I thought I could give this one a go.

--The Art of Forgetting–- Update 10

Since the funeral I haven’t been taking care of myself like I had promised Nate. He had been finally enrolled in summer school, and so didn’t see me until seven because he had to work as well at a garage after school. When he would come home he would see himself to his room and he would spend time doing his homework. After his homework he would come up into my room and we would talk about each other’s day for an hour, until he got tired and went to bed.

Different- Chapter One

If there are any words ya don't get- just let me know and I may or may not be able to tell you ;) As always comments are very much appreciated.

Chapter One

I stood in horror, my mouth agape, unable to say anything. My eyes went from creased in sadness and near tears to wide open- as round as circles before I crushed them together and put my hands over my ears- I tried to block out what she had just said. What that meant. They had finally come for her.

I had known this day was coming, from that moment I learnt the true meaning of this institution and the corruption that ran through this society. I had tried to force the knowledge from my mind, that one day they would come. But it lurked, the nightmare, in the back of my mind and with each passing day I grew only more fearful that the day it would come to being would be the next. And now, here it was. The living nightmare.

'Baby'

Posted by Blair, written by the duo. Backstory- boring night in chat, decide to play a game which leads to some creative and impulsive song lyric writing :D Make of it what you will- just for fun mind ;)

Baby

I see you driving around town, and I can't help but frown.

I took too many chances, and too many swords and lances.

Until I stabbed that bitch, who stole you.

And she makes me want to poo.

Like, really bad.

Now I just want you back baby- I promise I dont have rabies !

So lets make us some pretty babies- One named Chad, Trish and Lady --

They'll be so cool oh ohh.

They would have my looks and charms, and your legs and arms !

I unlocked the door to my house and walked in and drank a bottle of grouse.

Every night is the saaame !

I'm so lonely without my daaaame !

Without her my body just doesn't move the saaame !

I just want to hold her close.

In closed arms, her body exposed.

And now we run, flying through the sand.

Don't look at me.....oh woah oooh !

Don't stare at me oohh yeahh !

Just because i have this penis on my forehead !,

and 6 toes on my ears, big bones nears my queer mouth !

But now I must move awn. Awwwn. Awwwwnnnn.

Dunno if it will be daawn aaawwwn awwnnnn.

Just gunna swallow these pills right down

So I can drown...

Baby live a happy life....without me....