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THE COLOUR YELLOW, Draft 5, Prolouge - Part 3One year on, the boy was moved another Smallwood institution, the Reception. It was situated on the ground floor, a separate institution sort of semi-detached to the school with its own playground, playthings, water fountains which looked a lot like urinals, a shelter, a toilet, a classroom and a cloakroom to hang up your coat and P.A.C.T. folder.Another year and the boy was finally moved to the real school, where he would live it out from Year 1 all the way up to Year 6.There were about 250 students who attended Smallwood. Smallwood consisted of: a Year 1 class, a Year 2 class, a Year 3 class, a Year 3/4 class, a Year 4 class, a Year 5 class, a Year 5/6 class and a Year 6 class. All classes consisted of an approximate average of thirty pupils. What was confusing was the fact that there was a Year 3/4 class as well as a Year 5/6 class. The boy never understood that. Maybe they were the Language Unit.The boy was four years old when he officially started Year 1, in Ash Class. That was
THE COLOUR YELLOW, Draft 5, Prolouge - Part 2Another game that the little boy got to play was a game known as “Connect 4”. The aim of “Connect 4” is to drop four coin-looking pieces into a 6x7 grid (the grid would take up to six “coins” up and up to seven “coins” across) so that they’ll link up horizontally, vertically or diagonally. A self-explanatory game.It took the pathologists about a year to teach the boy how to speak. The mother was pleased; the boy could speak at around the same level as most children, and he spoke with such clarity. Then came the case of the boy – who had shortly discovered his wondrous ability to talk – settling into school.The boy lived in a tall flat known as Hayesend House, situated on Blackshaw Road, and never too far from what was to be the boy’s first school. To the boy, Hayesend House was a 200-metre tower of concrete Jenga blocks with eyes, waiting to flatten him so he’d be thinner than a pancake. Then the tower woul
THE COLOUR YELLOW, Draft 5, Prolouge - Part 1Once upon a time in the southwest suburbs of London, there lived a boy. In his early years, the boy had some problems with his speaking. In fact, the boy just had problems in general. He couldn’t even open his eyes ten days after he was born.As for the boy’s speaking problems, he couldn’t respond. He would be spoken to numerous times and he would do nothing. Whether the boy was being told to do something, he would say nothing. Whether the boy was being praised for good behaviour, he would say nothing. Whether the boy had done something wrong and he was being corrected, he would say nothing. To add insult to injury, the boy wouldn’t even look at whoever was speaking to him. He would just sit there in the sitting-room and stack up canned food until the tower toppled. The boy was clapping at how oddly the tower of cans was dancing. What was even odder was that the boy never seemed to smile, like many how babies would.So when the boy was three, his mother took him