Four
NEVERMORE EVERLESS My body was still like a hawk's nest in the dead of winter. My mind was consumed by the tempest of negativity. I thought of all the times I wasn't understood, the times I wasn't heard. It was a summer morning. I remember this day as though it was yesterday. I was six, dressed in all white with a floral apron tied back into a neat bow hanging to my knees. I remember our art teacher, KP, who had instructed us to draw a star representing our hopes and aspirations for our newly started grade, Grade 2. My pencil glided smoothly across the sheet of paper, carefully aligning all the points of the star. I was delighted, my star looked perfect. She was waiting for everyone to finish drawing. My hands were itching to start colouring, I just couldn't wait for the instructions. So, I threw open the lid of my new wax crayons revealing a variety...