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| English Slacker chapter nineteen | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||
| 06 June 2008 | ||||||
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Colin was wearing the same as me. Jeans, a T-shirt, and a hoody was slung over the chair beside him. The T-shirt was different to mine ‘cause it was black with red writing on and mine was white with blue writing on (his had, Dave’s Communication while mine simply said, City Life in small letters) and his hoody was plain white; mine was dark red. I sat down opposite him and put my pint down and took out my backy, waiting for him to say something but he didn’t so I started with a, “Hey man, how’s it going?” and he looked up at me and said, “What do you think?” all sarcastically and that, which was kinda typical of him but it still took me by surprise considering the situation. Yeah, thinking about it now it was pretty strange looking at Colin with a shaven head for the first time and maybe this also influenced the way I reacted to seeing him. He looked weird, younger than usual, but in a way older too. And his nose and eyes seemed bigger, sort of like they’d been stuck on his face by someone. Like one of those kids’ toys where you stick all the features on to make a face. A face without a body most of the time… yeah… but anyway I then said, “Sorry,” which probably wasn’t exactly the right thing to say ‘cause I really should’ve just given him some lip or something, said like, “What the fuck are you looking at?” or made a joke, but at the time I totally did feel sorry so that’s what I said. Actually this is all a little weird to talk about now. Half ‘cause it’s kinda hard to tell what happened with any sort of like, accuracy as to the exact conversation (it’s all a bit of a blur), and yeah, half ‘cause, well, it’s just strange to be thinking about this. Basically I remember that we made small talk. Like about college and how shit Bracksea was and that; usual stuff. And I told him about Neale’s new girlfriend too and gave him the low-down on some of the new summer tunes that’d been released since we’d last seen each other. But I should also mention that a lot of what I said seemed to cause Colin to throw comments back at me with a sort of, I dunno, like bitterness or something. And that at the time I remember I wasn’t really sure why or for what reason he had to be pissed off with me. For example when I asked Colin if he was, “Going to The Basement this month?” he said, “What‘s the fucking point?” And when I said, “I want you to go,” he said, “You couldn’t give a shit,” And when I replied, “I couldn’t give a shit like you to a bitch like that,” he hadn’t been able to answer me, which was weird for him. And later on when I asked him if he wanted another drink he just didn’t answer me at all, which again wasn’t exactly unlike Colin ‘cause he wasn’t one for stating the obvious, but I still thought it was kinda rude at the time. This just wasn’t Colin though. I really should say this now. It totally wasn’t. Usually it would’ve been, like the same but funnier: A shared joke rather than him just talking across me without noticing my reaction. Like he, I dunno, for example if you ever asked Colin what time it was he’d say, “What the hell does it matter?” or something like that: but he’d always wait for you to like, laugh or give him some back or tell him to stop being a twat. It was just his sense of humour. What I mean is… well Colin wasn’t as much of a cunt as a lot of people thought he was. He’d kinda be sensitive to you and understand if one of his comments had gone too far. At least with me he would. But on that day he didn’t really seem to care. I don’t really wanna talk too much about this anymore ‘cause for a lot of reasons I don’t like talking about this particular meeting with Colin. I met Colin in High Lanes and we had a conversation and it was on the day when I woke up with the fizzing sound in my head for the first time. That’s it. That’s all that needs to be said.
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