A strange building nearby where they brought me being oh-so-happy and proud, with lots of other kids dressed in a similar way. I liked having my hair curled though...
|Yes, my mum was wearing big glasses back then :)|
They made us dress in a similar way! And wear no makeup. On the 9th year of our behind-the-desk imprisonment I became goth, and those grumpy homework-demanding adults started a long-term struggle with my makeup.
Finally, in 11 years, they set the old and ugly me free.
I'm serving my 2nd prison term now. In another building with more boring grown-ups. They let me dress goth but try to tell how to write and think. I'll be let out in about half a year.
Maybe I killed some important people when was a baby, and now they think I'm even more dangerous and are keeping me there to prevent from having more fun? XD