Archive for ‘School & College Stories’

March 18th, 2019

Family Honour

A girl acts rashly to defend family honour

by Jane Fairweather

Elizabeth Johnson’s flaming red hair, which she wore down to her shoulders, was very visible in the nearly deserted school library. Her gym-slip was in marked contrast to the pleated skirts of the two genuine Sixth Formers who were sat at a table at the opposite end of the Library and was a sign that she had failed her School Certificate and was a member of that ambiguous class, Six Remove. The normally high spirited girl was in a restless, anxious mood as she sat in the Library. Half of her was trying to construe the passage of Caesar that she was supposed to have ready for Miss Coleridge’s lesson in two periods time. It was lucky that she had a free morning, for there was quite a lot of Latin and she had not bothered to look at it before. There had been mutterings from Miss Coleridge about what would happen if she failed to prepare her set book again. This at least gave her something to do. However her other half was extremely anxious about the set-to she had just had in the Common Room with Priscilla Smith- Jones, the Head Girl. Was Prissy SJ going to carry out that very angry threat to report her to the head?

March 15th, 2019


The moments of a girl’s school paddling. By a new writer to us.

By Kelly DiMarco


My head snapped up and I knew I was doomed. Ms Radley had stopped the class and had her hand outstretched. It was waiting for my phone. As my heart pounded, I got up and walked towards the front of the room and gave her my phone. Ms Radley then continued the lesson as though nothing had happened. But it wasn’t over. Not for me.

The next 45 minutes dragged by. How could I have been so stupid, I wondered. I should have waited. Telling Sally about Marc finally calling would have been even more exciting in person. I began to sweat despite the cold January winds running through the poorly ventilated building. Finally the class came to an end. The volume in the room began to rise as eager adolescents began to chat about weekend plans. Ordinarily my voice would have been among them. But not today.

March 10th, 2019

Knowing When to Negotiate

A young woman is caught in a difficult situation. 

By Julie Baker

Author’s note: this is a fictional story but the first part is based on actual events that involved me many years ago. When I first moved to London, aged 19, there was a young lad who worked in the office. He was 16 and not allowed to go out on photo shoots, but he would often question me about relationships. I helped him as best I could but I have often wondered whether I acted in his best interests. Please email me or message me via Twitter if you have a view having read the account below.

February 17th, 2019

Paint Not Appreciated

A prank at school gets four girls into trouble.

By Kenny Walters

I’d been sitting on tenterhooks all through the first two lessons of the day. Mid-morning break was a very nervous affair, but when the bell sounded for the next lessons to commence and we’d still heard nothing, a faint glimmer of hope began to emerge. That was dispelled in the third lesson, when one of the school secretaries entered the classroom during an English lesson with Mrs Peterson. They had a whispered conversation which I certainly couldn’t hear, but then I felt I knew only too well what was being said. The secretary, Mrs Daniels, then stood back a pace for Mrs Peterson to make an announcement.

February 14th, 2019

Motivational Methods

A girl seeks help for her studies. By a new writer to us.

By Richard Campbell

“Ah, Norfolk. Do come in and sit down.”

Mr Roberts had been the headmaster of St Joan’s Girls School for many years. I had been in his office a couple of times. First when I joined the school in the 3rd year. On that occasion he was very pleasant. My second visit, in the 4th year, was all together different; he was stern and angry about my involvement in a prank. I got triple detention that time, with the threat of expulsion for any further poor behaviour.

His office was quite big, with space for his large old fashioned desk and chairs for guests to sit. Otherwise, there were a couple of filing cabinets and a tall cupboard.

February 3rd, 2019

Questions of Principle

Poor choices gets different generations into difficulty, but with similar results

By Jane Fairweather

Miss Thomson ran her hand rather sensuously over her very elegant nylon underskirt, which was itself covering the lower half of a rather lovely scarlet petticoat. The petticoat hid a very ordinary white vest, an extremely elegant black bra and fawn coloured directoire knickers, not to mention a small corset that doubled as a suspender belt and kept the worst of her stomach from view.

She had long ago decided that it was good in the evening to remove the stern grey skirt suit that served as her headmistress’s uniform in the day, and put on something altogether more informal. It served to teach the girls that one day they would be free to change into more elegant clothes in the evening when they had finished their day as a teacher or civil servant or secretary, and she liked her girls to know what dressing well looked like.

December 27th, 2018

The New Girl

A girl finds herself in serious trouble during her first day at her new school

By Brian Melville

When Mr and Mrs O’Rayen decided to relocate from Ireland to England, they had to find the perfect school for their eighteen year old daughter, Kelly, to finish her final year of school, as they did not want their daughter to go to a boarding school which might be far from home.

The O’Rayens decided on the exclusive St Mary’s Secondary School for girls, which was a private school in their new neighbourhood in the south of England.  St Mary’s had a rich tradition of producing well educated, well disciplined young ladies, due to the high standard of education and extreme scrutiny of all new students.

December 17th, 2018

Sixth Form Field Trip

Two girls get into trouble during a field trip

By Brian Melville

Eighteen year old Madeline May and Jessica Lawton were best friends since they could remember, and they were always in the same class at school since first form. Now the two friends are in sixth form and looking forward to the yearly sixth form field trip to a chocolate factory in the neighbouring town.

Maddy’s and Jesse’s, as they were known by their friends, story starts during a beautiful sunny day  during the summer of 1990, as the two tall, slender, leggy, blonde friends met up at the corner cafe about three blocks from school, like they did every morning on their way to school.

December 11th, 2018

Devotion To Detail

A headmaster deals with an awkward member of staff

by Hilary Wilmington

There was a knock on his door. “Come in. Ah, Mrs Hargreaves.” He congratulated himself on calling her ‘Mrs Hargreaves’.  She disliked being called ‘Matron’. On her first day, she had informed him, with the suggestion of a smile, that she didn’t think it suited her. To be fair, it was hard to imagine anyone less like the stereotype of a school matron. She was tall, dark and willowy and (with him at least) she was fond of adopting a ‘femme fatale’ manner. His eyes gravitated downwards to her legs and rested on them for a few seconds. They were exceptionally nice to look at.

November 28th, 2018

Elfreda’s Revenge

A letter from school spells trouble for a girl

By Jane Fairweather

“Your father wants to see you in his study, Miss, at once.” Said old Betsy James who had been the general dogsbody of the Kavanagh household at Monkhold House for as long as anyone could remember.

There was a sneer to the old woman’s face from under her old fashioned muslin cap as if to say she had never had a high opinion of her employer’s only daughter and what was coming was only justice and rather overdue. A far from comforting return home from school after the Autumn term, Elfreda Kavanagh thought to herself, remembering the spanking she had got after her first term in the Fourth Form. But Betsy was gloating rather too early in the day, she decided. After all, she was a young lady now and a Sixth Former; probably her father was just eager for a chat. And anyway, quite probably he had not got to hear of the silly piece of trouble that she had been in.