Politically motivated hunger strike

RUNNING away from the foster home didn’t work.

So I decided to starve myself to death instead, as a form of protest against the tyranny of DOCS.

It was a brilliant plan for a 10-year-old child. The other alternative was jumping from the nearby railway bridge. I’d considered that too.

I decided on the starving thing, because that way I had time to change my mind.

 

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So I refused to leave my bed.

“Dinner,” my 60-year-old mother would yell. And I ignored her.

I skipped breakfast and lunch as well.

But Hazel, the old bird, was smart. She’d fostered for 30 years, had crazier kids than I would ever amount to, and once stopped being a paraplegic through sheer force of will.

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She had already gone to the shops and stocked up on pies, sausage rolls, pizza, lollies, junk food, fried fish to cheer me up. But since I was ignoring it, she brought the food to my room. She left lollies, chocolates and a popper on my bedside table.

“In case you change your mind,” she said.

I wasn’t stupid. I moved the food to the other side of the room but by midnight I sleep-walked.

Sleep-ate! Just a little.

A chocolate here. A lolly there. The liquid in the popper.

She knew immediately. The old bird knew. There was no point pretending.

Like a wicked witch she cackled as I gobbled up the pie and mash in front of the TV the next night.

 

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