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I Have a Home || Writing Challenge
Niela clenched to Dietse’s hand as he guided her into the school building. It was the largest she had ever seen, larger than any building in Lemp. She wondered if they build it all those years ago just like this to help its size. it was very gruesome, really. It was high and mighty, and it made her feel small. She took an other breath, and closed her eyes.
‘Nothing to fear Niela, just a big gigantic building with a lot of people inside. But good thing, a lot of children your age. Just don’t scare them, and hope they don’t scare you,’ Dietse told her. He was wearing one of his best three piece suits, and had given her a great dress, one that she loved dearly, and hated already because she knew she would grow out of it.
‘Your castle is smaller,’ she said.
Dietse nodded, his eyes on the architecture. ‘Oh, far smaller. My castle fits in here a few times.’
‘Can I lie about how big it is? Your castle I mean. These are rich kids right?’
The man laughed. ‘Of course, don’t take them on a field trip to Lemp, and you’ll be fine.’
They reached the entrance hall, where people came to take their jackets. It was just before the summer, and Trolian was dealing with a cold front. A lot of groups of children were jumping around. All these new people, Niela didn’t have a hard time dealing with people, she just always pictured the idea that they would be leaving her, and fear to connect.
Dietse placed his hand on her shoulder and turned her around. ‘Listen Niela,’ he said, fathers and mothers and young children walking past them. ‘I know this is scary, and I know you feel like I am leaving you.’ Yes, that was something she was thinking about. ‘But these people will help you, help you grow. You take their advice, and you befriend the youngsters you like. Okay? I want you to have a least a bit of a... well, I wouldn’t call it normal... childhood.’
Niela nodded. She never knew what to say to Dietse when he was being fatherly, but she appreciated him being nice. ‘And if I don’t like it?’ she asked, pushing her shoulders together, and looking at the ground.
The man placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face. ‘Then you come back home, okay? In Lemp you have a home, always remember that.’
I think that most of us believe that time doesn’t really exist outside of the school. Or at least we act like it does not. This is to say, we know that in theory there was life before the school and that there will be life after the school if we can ever get out. But the time that passes here is the immediate time and the problems of our life in the school are the problems that seem the most real to us. Take, for example, my situation with Lydia. I would likely trade years of my future for her soft lips today.
That’s just a taste of Rumpus contributor Lincoln Michel’s “Our Education,” which is featured over at Recommended Reading this week.
Keep an eye out for our upcoming interview with Recommended Reading co-editors Halimah Marcus and Benjamin Samuel. They talk, among other things, about the process behind making Single Sentence Animations, the latest of which you can watch above.
(via “Our Education” - The Rumpus.net)
"Did we as students, in our weakness, fabricate whole memories from these scattered, pointless items?"
A Single Sentence Animation by Grier Dill for "Our Education" by Lincoln Michel. Read it tomorrow at: http://recommendedreading.tumblr.com