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The Informal Settlement

It was the morning after a very long night, I woke up wet from the annoyingly loud rain pouring through the leak above our now soaked bed. I had struggled to sleep that night because of the deafening rain against the zinc walls of my wet and unstable shack. I got up and banged my head on the low roof. I was wearing my only, now crumpled, clothes. I go outside in the rain to go to the bathroom. My clothes were wet from the storm. I was on my way to the bathroom when I reached the flooded lake. I took a step into the freezing lake, halfway through the lake, I tripped over a sharp stone and got a large cut on my knee. I got back up and walked on with a bleeding knee. I really wish that there was a hospital nearby. As I reach the bathroom I see that there is a long queue and that I would be late for school if I waited. I looked around to see if there was another bathroom nearby, but I soon realized I would never have the luxury of that. Once I reached the front of the line, I wished fo...

My Dreadful Day at School

Hi, I’m Benny Adams, I had a dreadful day at school yesterday, probably the worst day I’ve ever had! A singing inspector came to hear us sing. He was an ugly young man, very strict, he wore large knickerbockers and had dark blue eyes like blueberries. His name was Mr. Raymond. When we entered the singing hall we all had to do the Doh Ray Me So Fah and tata tete things. Once we had done all our warm - ups, Mr. Raymond called Charles and I to stand in front and sing. I was petrified, I didn’t know about Charles but I could see he was shaking from the corner of my tearful eyes. Then Mr. Raymond called me “the long one” which I hated because that’s what everyone calls me, and then Charles was considered as “the short one” this made me angry but I tried to hide it. Mr. Raymond then asked us to sing, Charles looked at me as if to say “help!” We did not know a single song, I was getting even more terrified by now. Mr Raymond was now pointing his long oak wood stick at the modulato...