Dear Sammy, So Sammy, there you are again, standing outside her office door, waiting for permission to enter. The blood on your shirt and mud on your face shows another chapter in the story of ‘Sad Sammy’s life at school’. Your presence in the staffroom corridor was also another excuse[…]
Dear Mr Wayne Lee, So, Mr Lee, you felt that I was mistaken to send your son off for violent conduct? Maybe you don’t think there is anything wrong with your Mike kicking St John’s goalie, pushing him on the ground and then jumping up and down on him. Their[…]
Miss Scarlet danced onto Mike’s lap. The chants of ‘going down, going down’ stopped abruptly and Jack started to apologise. In his haste to gulp back his drink and get the glass on the table, he’d managed to scatter the carved wooden pieces everywhere. Reverend Green was now swimming in[…]
I shuddered with frustration. ‘Access Denied.’ Those two simple words were preventing me from moving forward, yet made my heart race. Again I stood up and went in search of more help. ‘If only I could do this on paper,’ I muttered, a little too loudly. Nobody bothered to look[…]
It was a race that I knew I could never win, but that was going to stop me believing. The memories of my start are vague, yet my parents, who were there, said it started with a bang. At the halfway stage, where I hit the 20 mark, I looked[…]