Parallel Lives
/…headmaster, Mr Keegan, looked down at us from the stage. We stared back. This was it. One last bullshit assembly and we were free. The middle aged man from leafy Cheshire glared at the hundred Salford kids. Both sides thinking the same thing. Not long now. After one last assembly we’d be done with each other. We would no longer be pupils of St Mary’s. He could get back to enforcing his petty rules on unruly children…
By Chris Platt
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