I went to a writing workshop today. The people who read were so good that I was glad I had to leave before I got to read what I had brought. There was no dialogue in my piece.
"Mother, I don't want to go to Midwood High School"
" That's silly. Of course you have to go to Midwood High School"
I don't even thought I could explain to her why I didn't want to go. Maybe I said I wanted to go to a smaller school. Of course, that would have cost money. We had no money.
The four years at Midwood High School were at the time the four worst years of my life. I didn't know then that there were worse years to follow.
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