A Poem to the Dying World
By Madeleine Gabriele, Y9 Ice caps are melting. “Are you sure?” People are belting. “But I know it’s all fake.”…
LGB's student-run newspaper
LGB's student-run newspaper
By Madeleine Gabriele, Y9 Ice caps are melting. “Are you sure?” People are belting. “But I know it’s all fake.”…
By Aditya Desai, Year 9 I can be whatever you want me to be. I can take the form of…
By Ziva van Rompaey Many find it easy to make quick judgments about her: about her past and her present.…
By Finnur Ricart, Y 13 The sun’s rays are still out of sight as I float down through the soft…
By Madeleine Gabriele, Y 9 Sometimes I close my eyes and think of all the things I could do. Sometimes…
By Caroline Keller, Year 11 A cool still sea. A windy ocean. That is the difference between childhood and adolescence. …
By Ziva Von Rompaeay I was sick. I remember the day I caught loneliness. It was the day we moved…