Nah. Spoilsort eh 
I'll tell you something that happened though in my usual rambling way
I originally had this friend called Jackie. She was my very best friend at school and we did everything together. At the end of the school year, Jackie moved away.
I remember my Mother telling me that the school was concerned that I would struggle without her by my side. She was the dominant partner, and everyone had a friend. How would I cope? You see, the girls always paired up and threesomes were not tolerated by the others. This meant I was likely to be alone for the rest of my school days. Not only that, but the teachers realised I would be targetted from then on.
I was terrified of her leaving, but to be honest, I was too proud to let anyone in on this.
Unfortunately, when she left, on the last day of term, my father died a week later in the school holidays and I was sent away. So I was feeling rather confused about everything anyway.
I returned to the fold in time for school to start again. By then, my mother was on sleeping tablets and acting stranger than normal. My closest brother had gone a bit doolally, and my eldest brother now thought he was the master of the house (being the grand age of 15!). I was 13 at the time.
My mother had told me that I was not to tell the school my father had died. It was nothing to do with them, and besides...it's not as if it made any difference to me. Not like he was husband or anything important
So there I was. Without my best friend and the home decidedly stranger than normal. As soon as I arrived at school, the skinheads of the class set about me. They had heard the news, and not only was I friendless...the odd one out...but I had been careless enough to have my father die on me.
This just wasn't cool. Fathers divorced mothers. Having them die, wasn't really acceptable.
I remember my mother had bought me this dark green coat for the new term and they shredded it. I couldn't think how I was going to tell her, so I buried it and pretended that I had forgotten it...left it at school. That's another story that I won't go into.
Needless to say, life didn't really go that smoothly for a few years on.
Meanwhile, I'm on the lookout for a friend. There is Pauline and her mate Susan. Pauline is okay. She's in a lower class, but we have a love of music together and play duets whenever possible. We had something in common at least. Susan is okay too, but I know that joining them is out of the question. Unless I kill Susan..but I'm a gentle soul, well I was then anyway All I could do was suck up to Pauline on the hopes that she would take me under her wing.
I'll tell you something that happened though in my usual rambling way
I originally had this friend called Jackie. She was my very best friend at school and we did everything together. At the end of the school year, Jackie moved away.
I remember my Mother telling me that the school was concerned that I would struggle without her by my side. She was the dominant partner, and everyone had a friend. How would I cope? You see, the girls always paired up and threesomes were not tolerated by the others. This meant I was likely to be alone for the rest of my school days. Not only that, but the teachers realised I would be targetted from then on.
I was terrified of her leaving, but to be honest, I was too proud to let anyone in on this.
Unfortunately, when she left, on the last day of term, my father died a week later in the school holidays and I was sent away. So I was feeling rather confused about everything anyway.
I returned to the fold in time for school to start again. By then, my mother was on sleeping tablets and acting stranger than normal. My closest brother had gone a bit doolally, and my eldest brother now thought he was the master of the house (being the grand age of 15!). I was 13 at the time.
My mother had told me that I was not to tell the school my father had died. It was nothing to do with them, and besides...it's not as if it made any difference to me. Not like he was husband or anything important
So there I was. Without my best friend and the home decidedly stranger than normal. As soon as I arrived at school, the skinheads of the class set about me. They had heard the news, and not only was I friendless...the odd one out...but I had been careless enough to have my father die on me.
This just wasn't cool. Fathers divorced mothers. Having them die, wasn't really acceptable.
I remember my mother had bought me this dark green coat for the new term and they shredded it. I couldn't think how I was going to tell her, so I buried it and pretended that I had forgotten it...left it at school. That's another story that I won't go into.
Needless to say, life didn't really go that smoothly for a few years on.
Meanwhile, I'm on the lookout for a friend. There is Pauline and her mate Susan. Pauline is okay. She's in a lower class, but we have a love of music together and play duets whenever possible. We had something in common at least. Susan is okay too, but I know that joining them is out of the question. Unless I kill Susan..but I'm a gentle soul, well I was then anyway
All I could do was suck up to Pauline on the hopes that she would take me under her wing.
