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THE COLOUR YELLOW, Draft 5, Prolouge - Part 2

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Another 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 would eat that pancake with his wife, Chillingford House.
Hayesend House was a fourteen-floor flat that had seven rooms for each family: a master bedroom (the bedroom a child’s parents would use), a living room, a room with a toilet in it, a bathroom, a kitchen, a balcony, and a bedroom for the children. You’d have to answer an intercom and then use the lift or the stairs in order to get to your part of the flat.
The boy lived a short while with his mother and father before he was sent off to school. Sometimes around home, the boy would see two towering figures of girls who already go to school. They were probably tickling the boy and they were often talking about how adorable he was. The giant women would also cradle the boy in their arms sometimes.
As for the school he attended, the boy went to a place that was called “Smallwood Primary School & Language Unit”, a five-minute walk from Hayesend House. You could see the school from the balcony.
The boy started in nursery, a separate institution that, despite the distance, was adjacent to the actual school, and it was a lot smaller. The nursery looked a bit like a building with a shelter, and a playground with some playthings. The boy did things like use the swing, read aloud with a grown-up, do some painting and have some sweets. Yes, life did seem pretty sweet to the boy at that moment.
My 5th go at my autobiography. Part 2 of 4.
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