Adam

I woke up lying down, uncomfortably on the floor. My legs were hurting, but more like a soft ache than actual pain. I didn't know how I had gotten here, and I wanted to. I was gonna pound some shithead in the face if that's what it took. I slowly lifted myself up to look around. I didn't recognise my new surroundings at all. It was like a garage of sorts, white walls surrounded me. I spotted what seemed to be a door. The room I was in was cold, and I could feel heat emanating from the door. I clamber over to the door, give a pull on the handle, and it opens. As it opens, flashing light encircle my vision. Previously unheard music was playing, a mixture of reggaeton and hip-hop. I wasn't sure how a garage was supposed to back onto a club, but I moved forward into the room. The lighting around me wasn't great for seeing, but I was still able to see the people in front of me. It hit me that there were no girls, it was all men in the club. Some decked out in extravagant outfits, others in more muted colours and outfits.

For some reason, I felt drawn to move to the right side of the club. Not for any particular physical reason, just a feeling inside me that I should move towards there. At first, I couldn't really find anything to back up my feeling to move this way. Moving through the sea of people, I try aimlessly to find the source of my gut feeling. I turn around to walk back and try and figure out what's going on, and in the process I knock some guys drink out of his hand.

'Sorry' I say and turn to leave.

'Are you fucking blind you dumb shit' the guy starts to say aggressively.

'What did you say?' I return angrily.

'Oh, so you're deaf dumb and blind' he says back. 'I paid money for that drink, and you knocked it out my hand. Either pay up, or let's take this outside.'

Enraged, I go to swing an arm at him, but something catches my arm. I spin around to see who or what it was, and I see Eric, with some guy holding his other hand.

'Stop' he says. 'Stop Adam, let go.'

I'm properly awoken sweating, quickly realising it was a dream, and I'm safe back in my living room. Even asleep my mind tortures me.

Jackson

As far as I can tell, there is no news on the new school, or any new schools for that matter. Moordale was the only one within this area and a quick Google search makes it abundantly clear that the closest schools, themselves over a half hour drive away, don't have the capacity to take in the volume of students that Moordale used to have. I know people will listen to me, they always have. But it's more than that. I have a voice and I know how to use it. There needs to be a new school. Not even a new one, a revival of Moordale. But in a new image. No longer the bastardised and publicly despised 'sex school.' But an institution flexible in it's values and catered to everyone who needs an education in our area. I know just who to talk to. The queen of campaigning and a fiercely intelligent quizzer. Vivienne Odusanya, we need you.