I have my own sketch book. She doesn’t put this art out for everyone to see. She says it’s too graphic; that it might make other people sad. Well, anyways, I’m sad too. But she said this one we could use this time. She won’t let you see the sexual stuff. Not good, she says, to put those things on the internet. So, that sketchbook is just all my own for my own memories, and even I have a monster sticker on it.
At Ware, Massachusetts, Sister Debbie Hale is the most horrible woman. I hate her, and I don’t understand why Mama won’t look up at me at meal times. I just stopped trying to catch her eyes, because she never looks up or even smiles.
Today, the day I draw this about at the bottom, well, I don’t know what I lied about, but Sister Debbie said I did lie. So all day I had to wear a board around my neck with the word “Liar” only on it.
And also I just wanted to talk. Why can’t we talk? But I talk too much so my mouth is taped a lot. All day. I don’t get water on this day. My hands were tied together at the wrist and she makes me sit at the table with my hands folded on top.
Everyone is eating. My stomach growls so hard. I don’t get lunch or dinner because that’s my punishment. It’s hard to go to sleep with a growling stomach. Did you know that? But I think I’ll take the tied hands, taped mouth and no meals over a belt beating.
If I can get a potato into my pocket, I might try to sneak it to my bunk. But then Sister Debbie will hear me crunching it when it goes quiet at night, and I’ll get a beating. Well, I’ll just be hungry tonight, and tomorrow I’ll be extra good so I can have meals.