No+Time+to+Say+Goodbye

//September 11th, 1956 //  I couldn't help the crying. Knowing that you are being taken away is a painful thing, especially when you don't even want to go to //regular // school. Residential School, though? And going in a car with a stranger? That's plain scary.

It was a long drive, but we finally arrived at the school. After gazing up at the huge building, we entered it and went to our dorm. If Mom saw our room, I don't think she'd like it. I mean, twenty beds that are matching and a wall of windows isn't exactly comforting. It feels so cold and generic. . . not like a home at all. On top of having this horrid room, Joey and I can't sleep in the same bed like we want to. Things aren't looking up.

//?, 1956 //  I don't know what day it is. How could I when all we do is stay in the same building all day, listening to bells ring? I hate it here. Not only do I hate the school, but the food is awful. Mom and Dad always used to tell me not to eat something if you could smell it was bad. So, I have decided to starve.

//?, 1956 //  Tonight I wet the bed. As a punishment, I was pushed into the freezing shower while everyone watched. At least Brother Eubieus dried me off and gave me a warm sweater. Still though, I couldn't stop shivering throughout breakfast time and my first class. Also during my first class, I passed out. When I woke up, I was in a room with a boy named Sammy. He said I had to eat, but it was hard to. My body just won't let me. I gagged while he shoved food down my throat. It was //not // pleasant.