Oct 12
I love to sit under my special tree,
I love to think and sing,
I am happy as happy as any child should be.
Just me and the shade of the special tree
It’s like a good happy memory.
Perhaps it’s where my mum would sit next to me,
But today is not a good day.
There is a boy menacingly watching me
From behind the tree.
Now there are two boys watching me.
Now theres three boys watching me.
But I can see a passer by
maybe he will here my cry.
I will scream and he will hear me cry
I wish these boys would die.
But no doubt there will be other teenage rapists menacingly watching me from behind my tree.
Dorothy Maude 12 Years Old