at Jacob Sawyer

The classroom had a bunch of black and mixed race boys took their seats with friends. This was a normal weekly event where boys in elephant and castle, on the shittier ends and living in the hood would come. Seeking a place of refuge with the few of you who sit and listen to the teenagers in this rough time for them. The ages varied from scared helpless 12 year olds, to 18 year old boys lost within violent gang songs and violence. Ciaran, their trusted mentor, brought you along. Another teenage girl, as you say on s table near the front whiteboard, you noticed a quiet, older boy sitting in the front, balaklava half up just to cover his chin. And his dark dreads hiding his eyes.

Demetri, a teenage boy who wasn’t necessarily involved in drugs, but constantly g-checked in the ends. And wishing to escape the racist leading life.

the white mentor, a man called Ciaran Thepar who gained all the teenagers requests, explained todays sessions, as the boys drunk their fizzy drinks, sitting around and chatting. “so what are your opinions on the music?”

many boys shouted out, words like ‘crazy niggas’ and vulnerable words in nonchalant tones. Demetri, always a listener, observed. A 17 year old with wise words. Hating the unfair system of their schools and environment. Trying to not fall into the gang life. As Demetri was known for his cool and collected charm. Ciaran needed to introduce you soon, as it wasn’t easy to gain trust of teenage boys from the hood in elephant and castle.