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Within the mind of a selective Mute The first day of school; I remember walking into the school with my eldest sister Mary. "You'll like kindergarten", she said in a not so convincing voice as we hurried down a long but cold looking hallway at least to me. As we entered a doorway we were approached by a woman in her late twenties who introduced herself as my new teacher, Mrs. Campbell. After a quick introduction she abruptly took my hand and told my sister that she'll be fine and walked me into the classroom. I remembered feeling abandoned. I turned to my sister who quickly ran off down the hall without saying goodbye. I was confused to why she left me with this woman whom I didn't know. As I walked into the room the first thing I noticed was how the classroom smelled. The odor was unfamiliar to me and remains in my mind forever. It was the smell of crayons, plasticine and paint. To any other child these smells would remind them of the earlier fun years at school. To me they remind my of the years I was ridden with a strange fear in which I had no control of. The years I had no friends..the years I suffered in silence. |
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