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As I was being dragged through to inclusion, I felt as though, someone had just rearranged my whole spine, as though, my spine had just been temporarily mangled. I was thrown down in a chair, and slapped hard, on the cheek. How dare you! How very dare you! You ill disciplined, badly behaved, wicked young man! Mrs. Slicklick screamed at me, whilst circling my chair, with the next action, ominous. Her greasy hair licked my face as she swiveled to go and discipline the child whom I had been quarrelling with; His name was Michael. He had never liked me as such, but, hed never lashed out at me before. The stifling heat, attacking my body, like minute little daggers, wriggling their way into my chest, I began to break a sweat. A mop fell over in the corner of the room, and my attention immediately diverted towards the area, I almost thought I saw something move! I though the better of it, and just continued to go on with my mind-numbing work, when a petite young girl appeared on the dull, grey desk in front of me. Help us. She groaned, clutching a teddy bear tightly to her chest, Help us! she began to scream at me, I just didnt know what to do. As I said before doctor, I just remember being the man hanging there, from the roof, limp, lifeless, dull, and then someone pushed me, but before I could continue, my mother had butt in, Harrison! You were not pushed! You fell! You dim-witted, brainless young man! she began to shout. So the days went on, and there wasnt really much development in me being in hospital, I still had no idea how it had happened, thats what my mother wanted me to think, but I knew that I didnt fall, there was nothing to fall on! Was I the only one who could see the ghosts? I had told no-one about the little girl, but, I had however said that I remember seeing a middle aged man, hanging from my bedroom roof. Anyway, I began to feel worried. Finally, I decommissioned from Hospital, it would be good to be back home, although, being restricted to a wheel-chair with two broken legs, wasnt the best of feelings. I was wheeled out of the taxi, to find the my house, or where my house once stood, was now a burnt, mangled set of dilapidated timber beams and foundations. Me and my mother, just both broke down, and began to sob, without tears, we were so upset, we couldnt squeeze the ice cold, drops of water, from my eyes. We were now staying in a hostel with lots of strange people who walked around muttering nonsense to themselves, except for one lady, who I suppose you could say, was getting on. She seemed to be a nice woman, always gave me a smile, but mother always used to say, What have I told you eh? Dont talk to strangers! Although, I never did actually talk to her anyway! One night one of the in mates was rather high on drugs, and I couldnt sleep for the abnormal noises he was making, so I decided that I would go and speak to the old

pigeon lady. So, as I asked all the inmates to very kindly, just let me squeeze past, I finally got to where she normally was, by the lake. Only, when I got there, she sort of looked, translucent, as if, she wasnt really here. As if her body was absent, and her spirit, was just there, frozen. But I soon learned that she was very much real, well I thought she was anyway. Here, as long as you have one, and I have one, well always be friends She managed to shoot out from beneath the gaps in her huge smile. She had given me a turtle dove, a sign of peace, but she said as long as we both treasure them, well always be friends. She scattered some pigeon feed, once again, and told me I better be of too bed. I woke up in hospital, yet again. But, to my surprise, I had found out that I had not been pushed down the stairs, or fell out of a tree, but that my mum had indeed beat me, quite severely. She was now in a psychiatrists hands, I was going to miss her, but there was nothing I could do. Now, I was totally on my own, except for the little girl whom had spontaneously appeared in the far right hand corner of the room. Why didnt you help us Harrison? Weve decided that were going to help you now Harrison, on your way to hell! A sweet, calm, childs voice, had now turned into a low evil drone, coming from some sort of demon. So I had been moved to a care home, with lots of other children, who liked to tease me. They all hated me. My supposed sixth sense didnt really help, they liked to tell me I was mad, I was sick in the head; theyre favorite trick, was to lock me in a smelly old shoe cupboard under the stairs, full of cobwebs. Anyway, I couldnt avoid school forever. So as usual, I just went to the library on my own, and started to read up on the work that I had missed, I took a childs book, they werent my friend, but then again, they werent so much my enemy. Her name was Isabelle, but she handed me something else as well, she said it was an invitation! But when I read it, I wasnt too impressed, because it turned out, she happened to be the daughter of Mrs. Slicklick, but I had never been to a party before, and beggars cant be choosers! Please Elaine? Everyones going! You stupid social workers ruin everything! I shouted in a strop. I dont know, you dont even know the girl! If Elaine wasnt going to get me there, Id have to get there myself. It was the day of the party, and as usual, I started my day in the library, on my own; that is of course until Mrs. Slicklick dragged me to inclusion, yet again, and began to speak, very carefully and slowly to me. Now Harrison, I understand, that my little Isabelle has invited you to her birthday party, please correct me if I am wrong? She said. Thats what I thought. If you so much as step a toe out of line youll be out of this school quicker than you can tongue twist doo lally tap, do I make myself clear? She sniggered, her greasy side fringe trying my patience. Errr, yes Miss. I replied hesitantly.

So, tonight was the night, I was going to greenacres to get changed, then I would wait, just wait for the time to come. The minutes on the clock, continuously ticked, each second, seeming and eternity; gradually, the time came, and I could finally set off. I had to make sure I wasnt seen by any other kids; otherwise, Id be grounded for a month. As I made my way to school, the dark, mcarbed streets began to make me feel scared. Finally, I reached the school. I could hear the music blasting from the hall, The Beatles, Jimmi Hendrix, The Rolling Stones; I was so exhilarated I could hardly breathe. Overwhelmed by the excitement, Id just remembered Id be turning without a present or even a card! I shouldve made one I said quietly to my self as I made my way towards the Hall. To my surprise there was no-one in the hall! I began to wonder, had I got the wrong night, perhaps this was a school re-union or something but then again, I was sure it was supposed to be tonight. I went through to where the library was, but it had been transformed into a sort of childrens playroom, but as I was about to leave the play room, I had caught sight of a silver figure in the corner of my eye. So, I turned to see what I had seen, but it couldnt be, could it? It was a long line of poltergeists, and there at the front was my mum, the man who was once hanging from my roof, except this time with his eyes open, instead of having them closed and looking hauntingly terrifying. My mother put her arm out towards me, as if to say, come. She was levitating, and a small cloud of smoke underneath her, which seemed to be holding her up, began to bring her over to me. Come Harrison, come and join us. Whispered some dullest tones from one side of the room, We are all part of your family, you should join us, and be happy. I began to get scared, I had no idea what they were talking about, and I didnt intend to listen. I began to run, and they followed, I had to listen. We are from different time eras, we are all family, and weve been trying to tell you, but every time we have tried, something has prevented us from doing so. This used to be our house, but the bank took it of us, and we were living on the streets, terrible things happened to us. In the end, we all ended up in a mental institution, with no hope. We died, and started to haunt the people who had done bad things to us. We are all family here, but all from different times. My fathers words haunted me, What does this mean then? I replied. We are all deceased here, except all the people who are normal. So, I was now deceased and I had no idea, I had been for a while apparently. I had died in a car crash with my mum, dad and my mothers grandmother, the old pigeon lady. Welcome home son. The end.