School's out Stories

It's funny how situations develop. One minute your are sitting there minding your own business and the next bang, and the whole situation is turned on it's head. Strangely, in Scotland, we do get nice summer days (apart from the dreaded midge's), and this was one of those days. The tourists had been arriving in droves from the ferry, most staying at the campsites with their tents, caravans, or camper vans. Families with s...

Who gives a flying fuck about rules on the last day of school? Not Sara; nor her besties. For they were the Coven; that self-styled moniker proclaiming us-versus-them defiance. Hitching tartan St Joseph skirts centimetres above a generous interpretation of buying into school or indeed maternal standards, they began burning their bridges. On the school’s main quadrangle, Loretta, using a lighter she’d nicked from her dad,...