A little girl is swinging by herself because she is an outcast.
As she looks out at the other kids playing she gets more and more
Isolated.
Drawing deep inside herself where she can hide from the cruelty
And loneliness of the world.
A place where she can analyze the world, and slip from others conscious
Mind and disappear.
As she hides she realizes that she can wave words to how she perceives the
World.
And starts writing everything down that she observes or likes.
And one day as she sits in the back seat in the furthest corner,
She is writing in frenzy.
And doesn’t notice when the teacher comes up behind her and
Reads over her shoulder to see what she is doing.
And of course she is amazed of how complex her writing is
And asks the girl if she would read it for the class.
And as she excepts to read, she is nervous very nervous for
Everyone’s attention was now all on her,
Attention that she never had
And starts to read what she wrote down.
The whole classroom is Erie quiet for they are listing
And are awed by the words,
Words that just mixes and weaves to make a beautiful
If not miraculous piece of work.
And as she finishes they all stare at with her dropped
Jaws and finally snap out of their hypnotic state and
Starts clapping and whistling at her.
From then on she is always in her corner in the very back,
And if you look closer you can see that the class including
The teacher is watching her write and are more and more
Amazed at what they have discovered,
For they didnt now that they had such a perplexed mind
At such an age.
