Discovering bones way too early
When you finish reading this you might think oh she’s definitely lying and I frankly wouldn’t blame you, but if you thought anyone knew this specific fact about me? You’re wrong. No one knows.When I was younger I was quite an athletic child, my parents always pushed me into doing a thousand and one after school clubs and frankly I was content on doing it. Finding those bones
however was life altering.
During the summer of ’08 I was frankly oblivious to how eerie my primary school was, I didn’t notice how some students kept to themselves more than others and how some teachers just didn’t interact with a particular bunch of students. Bearing in mind, being a ten year old it’s your job to be naïve and take everything at face value but when looking back on it how could I NOT see that my primary school had kids disappearing in the past. It was subtle enough that it sparked fear in the parents but not much that it would seep into our bubble of oblivion, but that burst in a way that still haunts me till this day. One of my after school clubs during the summer was gardening club, as ridiculous as that sounded, it was carefree and for a young kid it meant you were allowed to get crazy amount of mud all over you and not get yelled at.
When finding the best spot for these new flowers you had to factor in the sunlight and if it had enough openness for rain. When digging my mini shovel it scraped something hard and bumpy, so my curious brain picked it out. It started off small then it got bigger and then it clicked. Fingers. Five small fingers roughly the same size of mine. I did what any kid would have done, I screamed till my teacher ran to me in fear but also a tinge of anger, at me or her I still don’t know till this day. So in front of me was bones of a fingers that seemed to be my size my classmates came over some were as shocked as me and on the verge of tears, but some looked almost numb to seeing them. The
teacher then took me back to classroom in such a motion that it all blurred together and sat me down, she told me to never go back to the back side of the field ever and that if I ever told anyone what I found I would be set back years in primary school. Of course with the fear of either becoming
those fingers underground or permanently in school was horrifying (funnily enough ended up in education for more than 10 years so jokes on me) The fear in my teachers eyes was clear to me now, whose fingers were they and why did some children not even blink an eye at those bones. After that the whole ordeal of gardening club got cancelled effective immediately but the fear escalated as the year progressed. I didn’t breathe a word to my parents because being a brown girl and all I couldn’t risk my education and the chances of my parents really believing me was very slim, so I swallowed
what I knew and I finally progressed to secondary school. I somehow survived my last years in that school but I swear to you I matured quicker in that school than a normal kid.
Speed forward 5 years my dad was reading the local paper and the front line wrote “Primary school reveals a child body underground” My dad screams for me to come in the living room to ask if I knew anything and there I was 16 years old crying to my dad on how I found the fingers but I couldn’t say anything to anyone. My mum comes running in and she rocks me back and forth, but what we did find out was that the school hid that body in order to avoid any suits against them for child endangerment. Ironic to be honest and my mum knew exactly when I found those fingers because I went quiet for such a loud kid and never knew why. No one filed a missing case for the child because he was one of the troubled cases that had the tendency of going missing and coming back eventually but this rocked the whole neighbourhood and I was pretty shocked that my parents even believed me but here I am at a grown age of 22 talking about the bones I found when I was younger.
