Sport 17: Spring 1996
Jo Randerson — Why Our Washing Machine Broke
On the first day of school I missed my mother. I had home-made beef-roast sandwiches but I missed her. There she was at home-time and it was all OK, all of it.
On the second day of school, I missed my mother. I had home-made beef-roast sandwiches but I still missed her. At home-time she was five minutes late but it was all still OK, it was all pretty much OK.
On the third day of school it was making me cry. There was no beef-roast today and the school lunches tasted yucky. My mother came at home-time but the luncheon taste was in my mouth, pinky smelly luncheon and it tasted yuck.
On the fourth day of school they gave me poison. I am sure of it. I was sick all day and sick when I got home. My teacher said it was nothing. My mother said it would pass. The poison said eat me, eat me all up. Grandma said you should do what you were told.
The next day I got very confused. When I tried to draw a seagull, it just looked like a straight line and I didn't understand how that big wooden box could be called a horse. When I looked around everyone was bigger and taller than me, and I felt a little dribble of something come out of my ear. I felt sick and I couldn't eat my meatloaf. I got told off. I had to eat all the leftovers.
That night while I was sleeping my brains leaked all over the sheets. My mother was angry that she had to wash them but she said it wasn't my fault. It is no one's fault. Some of us are just dumber than others. Some of our needs are very special indeed.