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the stolen generation story

Uploaded by *GeMsToNe* on Mar 05, 2007

The Stolen Generation: Story

This is a story about a girl called Kya and how she doesn’t belong.

Hey I’m Kya. I live in Australia at a settlement in kalgoorlle where I have lived for four years. I am now eight and I want to know everything that happened in the first four years of my life. I know I didn’t live here all my life I lived out in the bush with my REAL family. I remember when I first arrived here a very pale lady came and took me by the hand and lead me to my bed. And I have never left ever since.

Everyday me and the other girls at this settlement get up go to breakfast, say our prayers, eat breakfast, clean ourselves, sew bags for the market, eat lunch, clean up around the settlement, have dinner and go to bed. But today was different Mr. Neville was coming for a visit. All the children called him Mr. Devil because he made us live here and he controls everything in our lives.

We all sat out in the courtyard of the morning of Mr. Devil’s visit and some of the children sang one of his favorite songs. After the song Mr. Devil called out children’s names to check if they had light skin. He had just checked a very jumpy girl when he called ‘Kya Sumby’ I looked up ‘Kya Sumby’ I stumbled forward. He lifted my shirt to see my back.

‘She’s good to go’ he said in a careless voice. But it was a big deal to me.

A week later I was told to pack up my things and say goodbye to my friends. I didn’t have any friends in this place and I didn’t like to talk much if I could help it. After four years I still don’t fell comfortable here.

I was going to my new home I thought I must be better of there that I am here. When it was time I couldn’t get away fast enough. I grabbed my bag and jumped in the back of the truck and looked at the sad faces of the children who had to stay. I felt bad but what could I do to help. William Stouts was a guard at the settlement he was driving me to my new home in Broome. ‘I’ll drive you to Wiluna and then you will catch a train to...

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Uploaded by:   *GeMsToNe*

Date:   03/05/2007

Category:   Creative Writing

Length:   5 pages (1,097 words)

Views:   2316

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