What I Pine For Rewrite:What I Pine For Rewrite:8 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I sit in the back of Lisas Car, my legs tucked under my chin away from the prying eyes of the neighbourhood children. Im Maggie Simpson, Aged ten, a Reserved Girl who doesnt mix very well, Lost in a world of fate.
The Children at school act like I dont exist, Like a soulful speck of dust floating forever in a vacant landscape, Even the teachers treat me with care, I have to have special lessons so everyone thinks Im thick which I the case I guess.
Im not like other Children
Maybe it would have been better if I had died that day I fell from the top of the Climbing Frame. Be free of this pain and exclusion. Thats how I got this horrid illness. I had been climbing then suddenly like a hand had pushed me I was thrown back and landed with a smack on the hard concrete. I had passed out.
I remember the rest clearly even it had happened so long ago, when I had come round I had found myself trapped. Unable to hear From that day forward inste