a bunch of ‘What cunts.’ Georgina stands behind me staring at the clapped out Ford Escort near where the gang just left. got that sideways squint like shooting a crow. She always does She’s she’s that. And her mouth hangs down, like stopped halfway in a chew, but not she’s she’s even got any gum or sweets. I have any either. I only get fifty pee a week don’t pocket money and I already spent it on a coke and some highland toffee. It tastes creamy and sweet and sometimes I put the whole thing in my mouth in one go and I hold it in and all my spit runs down my chin. sticky and lush. The can’t It’s hard to get off got a pink top on that shows her arms. wrapper’s though. Georgina’s got her hand on her hip a She thinks grown up She’s ‘I’m Little Teapot’ style. she’s just because in the year above. But she She even a year older than she’s ain’t. isn’t me, just because her in July and in October. only going it’s birthday’s mine’s She’s to be before me. Another reason twelve for…July, August, September…three months school is so fucking stupid. Georgina sniffs her nose up into a ball and drags both her hands over her hair. She says blonde, but more like ginger, in fact we all say it’s it’s that to piss her off. And it works. She goes mental and tries to punch you, but like a girl, using the side of her hand so it looks lame and even hurt, which makes us doesn’t laugh even more. She swears a lot and calls us pricks and dickheads and wankers, especially if you call her Georginger. well fucking funny and I made that up That’s with Gary. He said Georginge and then I said Georginger, which sounds much cooler. way cooler than Gary, easily. got asthma and do sport so I I’m He’s can’t always win at everything and he wears Hi-Tecs and a duffer coat. He never stands still and my Mum says got ants in his pants. alright and sometimes I beat he’s He’s him up. still staring at the knackered Escort. I sit up and look too, but She’s there’s
‘What a bunch of cunts.’ Georgina stands behind me staring at the clapped out Ford Escort near where the gang just left. She’s got that sideways squint like she’s shooting a crow. She always does that. And her mouth hangs down, like she’s stopped halfway in a chew, but she’s not even got any gum or sweets. I don’t have any either. I only get fifty pee a week pocket money and I already spent it on a coke and some highland toffee. It tastes creamy and sweet and sometimes I put the whole thing in my mouth in one go and I can’t hold it in and all my spit runs down my chin. It’s sticky and lush. The wrapper’s hard to get off though. Georgina’s got a pink top on that shows her arms. She’s got her hand on her hip ‘I’m a Little Teapot’ style. She thinks she’s grown up just because she’s in the year above. But she ain’t. She isn’t even a year older than me, it’s just because her birthday’s in July and mine’s in October. She’s only going to be twelve for…July, August, September…three months before me. Another reason school is so fucking stupid. Georgina sniffs her nose up into a ball and drags both her hands over her hair. She says it’s blonde, but it’s more like ginger, in fact we all say that to piss her off. And it works. She goes mental and tries to punch you, but like a girl, using the side of her hand so it looks lame and doesn’t even hurt, which makes us laugh even more. She swears a lot and calls us pricks and dickheads and wankers, especially if you call her Georginger. That’s well fucking funny and I made that up with Gary. He said Georginge and then I said Georginger, which sounds much cooler. I’m way cooler than Gary, easily. He’s got asthma and can’t do sport so I always win at everything and he wears Hi-Tecs and a duffer coat. He never stands still and my Mum says he’s got ants in his pants. He’s alright and sometimes I beat him up. She’s still staring at the knackered Escort. I sit up and look too, but there’s