Write Purpose, Write Hope

My name is Aoibh and I’m 18 years old; but as I like to remind people, I’ll be 20 next year. I’m here because we have to say goodbye, before he leaves me alone here, still stuck in school, while he goes out to begin his life. Begin his career. It’s evening. Early. He has […]

“My name is.” I repeated over and over, preparing for the trial to come. The job interview leaning over me like my impending doom. I am how many years old now? 25? 26? 27? I can’t recall. I am here because it’s all I have left. Empty body, empty cart, filled seat. As my metal

My name’s Alexis. I’m 17 years old, and I am here because one day, a group of inanely mundane people got together, collectively ignored basic logic, created a paid prison for young people and called it a school. It’s almost twenty to nine- that means there’s twenty odd more minutes to cherish before the mind-numbing