Arianne's Blog

Yet another day in my shack. How great. You can already here that I live in a informal settlement, yes you may say that living in shack is a piece of trash, but it’s my home. I wake up on the floor, still dark outside. I start to get ready to go to school, I get dressed I expected that we would have breakfast this time, but no we didn’t sadly. I said goodbye to my mom as I walked through the door, the sun started to rise as I was on my way to school, it felt nice to have the sun shining on my face. The way to school is kinda far from my house, on my way I had to cross a river from what looks like it was left from the flood we had a week ago. It seemed I wasn’t the only one crossing this river. There were other children, also small children. They seemed to be struggling to get to the other side of the river, but I had no time to help them. I really wish our school was a bit more secured , because we had another brake in. The rest of our electronics were stolen, not like we need...

Yesterday was very pleasant. I got to school and I was feeling it was going to be a fantastic day, but I guessed wrong. When I entered the class there he was, the Singing Inspector. He’s name was Raymond. He was a tall man with huge knickerbockers and thick stocking like a hunting man. He had a round flushed red face and eyes like blue gooseberrys and golden curls on his head. He was indeed, the most cruel and hatefullest man I have ever known. This is what he did to us. He called everyone to come in the big room expect the little ones and the big boys like Jack Long and Paulus who only did exams and no singing. Then we had to do the doh Ray me fah and tata tete things. Then the worst part, singing. He called out me and Charles. We had to stand in front and this what he said “Now you the long and short you will sing for us,” but me and Charles didn’t sing one single song. Mr R. then pointed his stick at the modelater. Not even the Blue Bells of Scotland or minstrel Boy. He got ...