A thoroughly modern childhood or Failing the National Exams for Primary School children
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Part 1
9:45 am
Rashid lay head first on his desk. He dragged his tired eyes open to listen to the teacher yelp his name. His thoughts were far far away. They flew like paper planes over the lush mountain side.
Rashid, its exam week. You have to study.
Rashid opened his book. The bags under his eyes told of long nights. Everybody orders, he whispered under his breath, Nobody asks...
Rashid, you have to study hard boy. You have a very important exam next week.
Rashid held his quivering eyes. You have one exam, Miss. We have a million, he muttered under his breath. He blew his black just out of bed- hair away from his vacant brown eyes back with a soft breath.
What was that sorry? the teacher asked with rising intonation.
Nothing Miss...
12:45 pm lunch break
Im going to run away, Rashid whispered. He was tied with rope to a lamppost. The rain came lashing down. He closed his eyes and imagined himself safe in his fathers luxurious car. In this dream, it was night time and the hills flew by. The orange lights were like dots in the dark landscape. There was just something about being driven that allowed Rashid to rest peacefully.
Oh Rashid, wake up, Sarah the class monitor said. The rain had ceased. She untied him. Why dont you face the bullies Rashid? Why do you let them do this to you?
Rashid opened his eyes and breathed in the free air. Thank you Sarah... In ten years time, I will be eighteen. I will get a job and repay your kindness.
Why do they tie you up? Sarah asked fretting over Rashid who was a good few inches shorter than her. She took the riff of her navy school sweater and attempted to dry him; although they had both fallen prey to the rain. She cursed herself for not remembering an umbrella.
This doesnt leave a mark, Rashid said. He picked up his bag bulging with a weight too heavy for his shoulders. And I think its supposed to be funny.
Sarah took a hair band from her pocket and wrapped her golden hair in a bun. She put her hand on her hips as Rashid walked away.
3:45pm fifteen minutes after school has ended
Your drenched Rashid, get in babe, quick, Rashids mum said swinging the door behind her open.
Rashid stepped into his mums quaint little blue VW Golf. Driving along the high street, with his baby sister, Yasmin, in her car seat beside him, a thought suddenly occurred to him.
Mum. Yasmin cant speak, how do you know who she wants to stay with?
His mother looked at him in the rear view mirror. Shes staying with me darling... babies always stay with their mother.
So if I choose dad, I wont get to see her for most of the time? he said in tone of a rhetorical question.
His mother started talking and carried on for a while. Rashid looked out at the world through the window. He saw Sarah waving at him and he nodded in acknowledgement. He looked back at the rear view mirror. There were tears flowing down his mothers cheeks.
Mum, Im sorry I made you cry. I dont know how to think correctly...
7:45pm
Rashid read his books, did his maths, tidied his bedroom, brushed his teeth, turned off the lights and got into bed. To please his mum. In bed, he lay looking at the ceiling fan as it went round and round.
12:45am
His nightmares woke him up. Wearing only a vest and shorts, he crawled to right hand corner. The Witch, the thing his nightmare was made of lay in the opposite corner. He opened his door slightly. He could hear his parents arguing. He crawled back to his space. He made a quick dash to get his duvet, before returning to his corner.
When do I get a lawyer? he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
Luckily, he dreamt a better dream this time round. In it, he was his own man, driving his own car, through the evergreen English countryside.
Late into the night, he opened his eyes, for a second; just long enough to see snow fall outside his window. He looked at the dark figure in the bedside corner. Though he could not see it, he was sure the witch was still there.
I will live to fight another day, just you wait and see, he said. Good night.
He breathed in and then breathed out. Once again, he drifted off to the warmth of a good nights sleep. Pneumonia would trouble him in the morning, but that was a long way away now...
Part 2
7 am Exam day.
It was miserly and dark winter morning. Sarah lay on the cold concrete floor as blood fled out the broken bones. She could hear the engine running above her. Being a GPs daughter, she wondered why syncope hadnt been triggered yet. She lay as still as possible and spat out the blood stuck in her gullet. She wriggled her fingers and toes before lying back helplessly rigid.
Bloody cars! she thought. Shed looked left and right and what-have-you. She was sure of it.
She looked aside to see legs beside the tyres, both moving slowly backward. Sarah concentrated on breathing. Shards of a smashed windscreen lay all over her and around her. She wondered how it came to be on her when she was under the car. She then wondered whether she would remember any of this. So this is what it feels like to have been in a car crash.
She recounted the events, only remembering that she had been flung a good distance. She realised then that she was under another car. It still didnt explain the shards. She tried to think it through but mental exhaustion set in. She fell to a slumber.
She awoke suddenly and shivered slightly. She was still under a car. She carried on from an earlier thought. Glass. Why was she covered in glass? She reimagined the scene again. The only way glass could shatter like so was if something hit it. If not from the front where? The back? Of course! It must have been a passenger who hadnt worn a seatbelt.
Sarah looked around. In the next moment, she found herself thinking one thing, doing another and saying one other. Help she cried.
Although she couldnt turn her head around, she knew that somebody laid behind her. Their body must be in the way of the tyres. For fear of doing more damage, bystanders waited for the emergency services.
Sarah tried to free her left arm though she didnt know what real good that would do. She was aware now that people were talking to her. She couldnt make out the words. Although she heard her inner voice say: I cant... I can hear you mister...I cant understand... Im sorry; she knew on some level that her lips barely moved.
She looked down at her feet. In the broken shards she saw the colours change rapidly like the lights of fire engine. So they had finally arrived. She wondered why she hadnt heard the sirens. Her brain was doing funny things; she planted a mental note to remember this for later. She wondered again whether she would.
She looked for bigger reflections and found a place to the right, where she could make out the car she had hit. It was a quaint little blue VW golf. Oh Rashid, dont be behind me. Please dont be.
The panic of the thought raised her blood pressure and she passed out again.
48 hours later.
Rashid sat tucked up in the hospital bed beside Sarahs bed. Joseph, can I please move beds? please can I?
Joseph the male nurse looked up from his desk. He smiled as Sarah continued to frustrate Rashid like an unwanted older sister. Youre going home today Rashid. Its only a few hours.
Sarah felt drowsy and her body ached all over. It was hard breathing with a tube attached to your mouth. Shut up and study. Youve only had pneumonia. Ive gone under a car. Dont you forget it!
No, I wont do it, said Rashid. Exams are over. Im done being told what to do! And you can forget about being paid for kindness when I get a job in ten years time. Youre nothing but a school loving peabody
Sarah managed to lift her heavy eyelids. She spoke in a softer quieter tone. Im only looking out for you kid.
Stop doing that girl thing. I dont need your pity. Were the same age!
Joseph snapped his book shut. Alright! Rashid if you really want to be moved beds, Ill try and sort something out. Just say the words.
In actual fact, there were no free beds to speak of. Rashid would have stayed for at least a day more for observation if bed spaces were not an issue. Joseph bluffed in the hope that it paid off.
There is always one moment or two were deep lifelong friendships are cemented. And for Rashid and Sarah it was this moment. Rashid kept his silence.
Although Rashid now- folded his hands in anguish, protest and frustration, in ten years time he would indeed help Sarah buy her first car. And in forty years time, Sarah would be at Rashids daughters graduation ceremony in his stead, him having passed away the year previously.
Rashid walked over the window sill and watched the winter rain fall against the pane.
An End.
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@cyan and for anybody else who wonders:
I guess I'm to blame here regarding the age. I based it on a friend I used to know back in my primary school days who was dyslexic. Rashid is ten going on eleven, but is bad with numbers. The story as a whole is based on the the boycott of SATs test for eleven year olds. When you know that, some readers may then assume that this is some discrepancy in Rashid's maths. Reagardless, I wrongly assumed that my local knowledge was other people's local knowledge. It's such a simple oversight really.
several key issues are also highlighted here. Some news stories
Primary schools braced for Sats tests boycott this past week:
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/ba2814c6-5b97-11df-85a3-00144feab49a.html
older news stories:
Britain's children unhappiest in the world
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/programmes/newsnight/6359161.stm
And of course the number of children who die or are seriously injured in car crashes make for grim reading here:
http://www.dft.gov.uk/pgr/statistic...ns/accidents/casualtiesmr/rcgbmainresults2008
Maybe I ought to put this after the story ends. Done.
edit: this isn't meant to be a defense.