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Little Amy.
Everything was Good the first school day. We was exited one step closer to the grown up world. We became roll call, one after one. Proud parents stand and watch. Were was you then, little Amy?

After one week it came a new girl to our class. We had to be nice to her because she had no parents. It was to late to start after one week so you don’t get any friends. What did you do, Little Amy?

The years past by. We got stronger, you got weaker. We was the gang so walk together to school and walk home to each other after school. Was you not alone, Little Amy?

I remember a party in 4th grade. Everyone was invite. You to. We dress us up in our finest skirts vi had. We couldn’t hold us to laugh when you came in yours. We ate cookies and laugh, you to… maybe. Before we shall get home, we wanted a funny game. It was mine idea. We picket you. You got your hear wash in sticky soft drink. We laugh, you cried. Did it came tears, Little Amy?

You wasn’t so sharp, you had many wrongs. Christmas came and Christmas went. Josef, Maria and Jesus. You was the Jesus child in the cradle. I was Maria. We pinched and tore you. Even under the performance torture we you. You was the Jesus child the innocent. What did you think then, Little Amy?

I remember one day, we should bring one old family thing and tell abut that in the class. I had my grandfather’s old shoe. You had an lovely doll. It was made by porcelain whit silk dress. It was too nice. We took it and break her head, we bath her in clay. We tore her clothes and cut her hear. We destroy it. We destroyed a peace of you. Can you forgive, Little Amy?

 Upper secondary school. We got new friends. But you was still there, as an shadow. We threaten you, to and from school we kicked you. For Christmas one time, you had got an new pen. I took it, I got it jet. It was good quality, so it works still. What do you write whit, Little Amy?

I remember one time in 7th grade. Someone stole my jacket. I saw how it was, it vas two boys in 1st grade. I cried, it was new and expensive. I walk down the hall, actually we had a lesson, but I cried. In the whole of the hall I meets you. I sobs. You came over to me and asked careful what had happened. I told everything crying to you, you console me with a few words. I cried next to you skinny body. Why was you so nice, Little Amy?

We went in to next lesson, you little before me, cause I didn’t want it too look like we was with each other. When the school day was over, we grab you. All the soft was forgotten. We tore you. I placed the blame on you, to have taken my jacket. So I took yours, it wasn’t equal nice as mine, but it vas OK. Did you frees then, Little Amy?

We had one day about bullying on our school. Was that necessary? Our class was good, good environment and anyhow no bullying. We had one test you had too help us, we did small pieces of paper as you had to wrote down the answers, otherwise…. You did just as we said, you had always did that. The teacher came and you got griped to cheating. You didn’t protest. You take our punishment. Do you remember when you was the Jesus child, Little Amy?

We had winter too. It was well the worst for you. I remember the winter in 7th grade, it was a little special. I was angry at everyone; it was in addition to you. The hole class was with me, we took your head, shaken you and tore of you your jacket. The head get dipped in the snow a lot of times. We were burying you in the snow and run over you with toboggans. Did you see anything, little Amy?

A teacher found you, the hospital next. The class had to write you a card when you was on the hospital. One of our “classmates” had faint in the snow of headache. We was a good class, recover cards and a box chocolate. But what did you think when you saw the hidden threats in the cards and when you observe that the best chocolate pieces was gone? What did you think then, little Amy?

You came back to the school. A bit silence than before, a bit more scared than before? We took you schoolbooks, you always did the homework, now we didn’t have to do them. Your marks did well go down? What did they say at home, little Amy?

It became summer, and vi got on a trip to the beach. You was so thin in you blue swimsuit. We played ball in the water and swim in the lovely water. Then we took you… again. We did that for the fun. You was too calm there you swim in the water. We hang on you and hold you under the water. You cough water. Why didn’t you scream, Little Amy?

You faint in the water. We pull you up after you hear. A teacher got life in you again. Poor creature, she got cramp in the water. Did you dream, Little Amy?

Summer vacation came, we long. You got forgotten in the happiness. Was you happy then, when we was happy? Summer vacation separated our ways, summer vacations happiness stand at the door. Did you have fun, Little Amy?

School start again. You was now paler and skinnier. The school year started with bruises for you. You got beating at the first day. You got beating at least one time at the week. You was kept outside, you had never an friend. We took things from you, those things we wanted. How did you have it, Little Amy?

Until one day in May, we got to the school, we didn’t see you. The teacher was pale and the principal came in to our classroom: she drown herself this night. It got silence. Senses of guilt came. Outside was the spring already there. Soon summer now. You choose a nice day too die on, Little Amy.

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August 2012