Beginning of Essay
The leaving was easier than she thought. All those nights practising it in her head. Just wanted to look at the gardens, so pretty in the spring. Just wanted to see the gardens. Except in the end nobody asked. She simply put on the good blue dress, combed her hair ....

Middle of Essay
.... that. Being called girl. Naughty naughty girls wetting themselves and pinching. Quiet good girls slumped in the seats in the garden with their mouths open. Waiting for it. Drinking in death. Her voice shakes when she asks for two sections. She wants it far too much. Practised that too in her head over and over in the nights. Listening to them in the corridors. If Mary shits herself again tonight she can sleep in it. Listening to the cries and the calling, I have to get home. I have to, the children want their dinner. She sits in the bus away from the window. Afraid to look out. Cars and people on the footpath. People watching. For her. Tom say ....