I am GOG.
I know why teachers take too long in the staffroom.
I know where the lost reading books are.
I know why teachers are like preachers.
I know why they send us off to the shed to get equipment for PE..
I know what happened behind the staffroom door.
I know why there’s a skeleton in the corner of your Science room.
I know the real story behind these brick walls.
I know where the key of freedom is.
I have seen mysterious things through my own eyes.
I have been a discarded hoop in the playground.
I have been an unwanted piece of fruit.
I have been the school gate, guarding the premises.
I have been the lonely and discontented child sitting on the bench.
I have been in the classroom when the teachers attack.
I have been to the staffroom and secretly watched the teachers fill their pockets with biscuits.
I have been to the furthest corner of the field.
I have been to the darkest point of the day.
I have been sick and I have been well.
I am GOG.
By Robyn with Adam, Callum M. and Siena
