MeikoElektra

I found these mentalNote records in our digital archives while doing research for a report that my colleagues and I are working on. Piecing together the records was like trying to complete a puzzle without knowing what the end result should look like, however I believe that it sheds some light on a difficult time in our (recent) past. Whether or not you agree with the actions of the people involved is entirely up to you; I am determined to be objective in regards to this. After all, I am not entirely sure that correct conclusions can be drawn from the sparse evidence I serve up here. I think this compilation is of interest from both a histor

At first he just stood there in shock. This was not happening, it wasn't possible. So he stared out the window past the Head, watching the tiny white figures playing cricket on the school oval, and tried to pretend he was out there fielding at point. He could almost feel the springy grass underfoot, the tension, the taste of the hunt as he waited for the ball to come to him. "Bradley!" The unfamiliarity of being addressed by his full name sped him back through the window and into the schoolroom. He stared at a table – anywhere but at Michael, and the stream of scarlet and Mr Kinthorp the maths teacher, trying to apply pressure to the fl