Writing by students in Year 12

12.15 pm and I’m tapping my legs

I’m craving activity

Energy, action, excitement

But I’m trapped here, having a lesson

Anything but this.

I thought of the ‘one eighties’ back in Brisbane.

Spinning 180, 270, 360 until you reach the top.

Just spinning­­­

You could go horizontal but that is slow.

You could go zig-zag,

where you are fast and efficient.

I reach the top, my fingers grip

over the dusty edge

Climbing up on to the roof

I feel invisible

no-one ever looks up

I feel unknown.

Michael Yr 12 2019