The day came and they all went to the contest. There were heaps more. After everyone had done
their scare, the ghost did his.
“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for. The winner is Ghost!”
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GIRL
(contributed by Pia Hill)Therapeutic Characteristics
Problems Addressed
■ Isolation
■ Separation from family
■ Being in an unfamiliar situation
■ Racial/cultural differencesResources Developed
■ Knowing when you are happy
■ Valuing what is important
■ Appreciating friends, family, and community
■ Being yourself
■ Having funOutcomes Offered
■ Self-awareness
■ Self-acceptance
■ Genuine friendship
■ Family, community bonds
■ Personal satisfaction
I am a girl with no friends, nobody down here knows me, nobody really knows my name, where
I am from, and most of all who I am. I am a girl from Beagle Bay, now in Perth at boarding school.
I am a girl in a new world—a world of thousands of Gardias (white people) who are all so pri-
vate and unfriendly. I am Aboriginal, born in Beagle Bay, lived in Beagle Bay... until now.
The first thirteen years of my life were the best thirteen years of my life. I knew everyone in the
community and everyone knew me. Everyone was friendly, I could go into anyone’s house because
I knew them or they were family.
My parents sent me down here because they wanted me to have a better education. I can un-
derstand that but I am so unhappy here. Nobody to talk to... nobody wants to talk to me. When I
look around me I seem to be the only black girl in this whole school. They all look like white, rich
snobs to me. Gardias with lots of money.
Nobody was like that where I was from. Everybody lived on what they had—which they were
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