Back to School

“Well, children, here we are again.” Gerald Braidwidth, headteacher of Zanzibar, said to his students as they sat crossed legged on the wooden floor of the sports hall, ready as they’ll ever be to resume the school year, which wasn’t very. Eleanor surveyed her fellow students in the hall. She knew something was very wrongContinue reading “Back to School”

Eleanor Goes to Zanzibar

It was the beginning of the new school year, and Eleanor Peterson was already feeling self conscious. She looked around the sports hall at her fellow students sitting cross legged on the floor as she was, waiting for the first assembly. These were the people living in council homes, with parents struggling to make endsContinue reading “Eleanor Goes to Zanzibar”