Two POV's Marcus and his Neighbours...

The grammar is meant as it is. This a written from the POV of a 15/16 year old junkie, who’s about to get him and his family into a whole Heep of trouble.

POV - Marcus

Marcus late, getting a nightmare, tells him come on man, keepin’ me hangin’ is like really fuckin’ agony. punches me, wtf, just told him get on time, bleedin’ and everything, told me who was boss, made me work for my hit, he’s never done that before never seen him like either  were mates right, since 1^st year high school, so he made me… nah can’t say don’t want to think about it, the tastes, just the tastes, jusess fuckin’ horrible tastes.

Hit was smacked me around real good though, woke up half stuck to the mangy floorboards but you get use to shit like that. Its getting cold outside, I mean walking home 6ish, even in July can’t stop shivering.

that neighbour can’t remember which one she’s watchin.. wont let her son anywhre near me, dos me a favour I don’t know that many bad people I mine Marcus is okay, he’s just got a little temper and he’s always late. He wants to ssee my little sister again, its been ges since he seen her lasts says bring her along, Marcus has always liked her, I mean ever since she was small piggy back ridin an stuff, should sneak her out at night, that’s want he wants says I’ll get free hits for a month.

POV - The Neighbours 

I know that shadow I says to the wife ‘he’s crawling home again, bloody 6.23 in the morning. Look You at ‘um, like a ghost he is’ How the hell can’t his parents see what’s going on. Wife’s right suppose’ to close ‘I tell ye, he goes anywhere near our Adam, I’ll bloody kill him.’ Yeh the look on the wife’s face, she hadn’t thought about that… Worried now.   

                ‘Come have a look, he’s getting worse.’  Beautiful my wife, our warm bed is still on her nightie and she presses against me for a look. Tell you what, anybody tries hurting this little bit of paradise and I’ll make one phone call, that’s all it’ll take.

                ‘I’ve been thinking.’ The wifes voice a rasp without a gargle of her morning Listerine ‘maybe I should have a word with Susannah.’ I nod, good idea, I mean what if he bring his dealer round here, the Hawthorns over the road have two teenage daughters and Christ knows what they’ll do too them given half a chance… ‘bloody’ell, Alfie, I never thought, what about Simons sister… she’s fourteen she’s getting a bust, they’d…!’

It only takes one rat to plague an entire ship, that’s my opinion, ‘yeh, before its to late, while the irons hot, get both parents round here… sit them down and make’um see. You know what, we’ll be using the video camera for  different stuff tomorrow night, get him on film, coming home all hours. That’ll make them see we’re not talking rubbish.’  

Creative Writing activity 5.4 - Underclass Whore / Artistic Promise

My 5.4 underlcass whore/artistic promise

This was really difficult, i took from all sorts of people... I imagined one of those annoying teenagers that hang around bus stops, trying to get passing adults to buy them booze. They also hang around the car park in ASDA, getting up to all sorts. She's a mixture of borderline underclass with artistic promise.You'll see its not very coherent, that's meant... i wanted to convey the girls psychological aspects through the way she speaks saying things like, like all the time. i think you'll be able to guess her personal history and what sort of culture she came from and what sort of culture she could've gone into... its very much about denial, which is what a lot of underclass and working class (they are not the same thing) have, at least from my era. 

Activity 5.4
That child, god love him, but mornings are a nightmare getting him to school. He’s got double art first thing use to love art. Remember  Mr Stuart saying ‘you got something there.’ God he made me blush took me ages to live that down with my mates at the bus stop. I mean all night when were out drinking cider they’d call me names like Picasso or Van Gough. Though inside I did quicken a bit when Mr Stuart said there was a way out and into a profession. But that’s not for the likes of me, besides after Deeky got me pregnant up against the car park wall I’ve been too busy to take that silly stuff seriously. I mean it would’ve been nice I was touched by Bonnard or somebody who painting his wife having a bath, even after she had died and yeh like i know it was about the light on the bath water and shit but hey he loved her even after she’d died, so you know. Deek’s shagging that Ramona now, he says he cares for little Sam but he’s never around who cares anyways. Besides if I have another kid right, I’ll get a bigger house with a nice garden outback, like that’s cool for the two to piss around in.  Might go up a see that wee exhibition in the town hall right enough, Mr Stuart has some paintings on the go. I’ll have to dodge the fucker though, he’s always got that disappointed look when he sees me.  I mean what the’ fuck , I tell ya he wouldn’t say no to a blowy from me, fuckin work of art with my mouth never mind me w’a brush. I mean it was just high school stuff, right… I earn more money giving blowys than at that painting stuff, god I mean it really did take an age for my auld mates at the bus stops to treat me like normal again after he said about having a talent, I mean shut-up didnae says stuff like that in front ’a  folk. Really got treated like i wiz some sort of freak, ages as I say to get back in with them, but like you no, it helped in the end cos I started charging a £5 for the blowy’s I was giving for free.  I tell yah that Mr Stuart wiz right after all I’ve got an artistic talent except it’s my tongue like.  He is good though that Mr Stuart, he really contrasts his blues, reds and greens he does it by shading them in a way that makes them all work together, cos like you know if they like just like you know stayed in their primary forms it would’ve looked garish, which would’ve been shit really… there’s some other stuff that’s okay, but it mostly the O.A.P.s and they ain’t that good, they just do it to keep their brains going you know.  I didnae’ ken Mr Stuart taught them as well though, he’s much better than most round here, he should be showing his work in Edinburgh or Glasgow.. Fuck look at the time. Got to meet Andy and Skrimpy for the they’re jolly’s that’s a good £25 in ma pocket all fir half an hoors work, no bad that.    

OU, Activity 5.5 - The Jovial Social Climber

Jovial Social Climber

My dears, you know with this bowtie, I should be the talk of the Chatsworth rooms this evening. It’s a sprightly little yellow and polka dot blue number; it flops so gaily rather like sad bunny ears. I’ll mention to the Major that Greaves & Hawks are doing an utterly splendid range, of course in sedate designs for someone like his esteemed self. Now I’ll stick in with him as his daughter, her Ladyship has found herself suddenly widowed and all alone in that country pile of hers, needs some attention I’m supposing. Now my dears decisions, decisions, decisions, which claret to bring the Major, the Chateau la Violette is more expensive at £227 but the Chateau Marquis de Terme 2000 while only £220 does sound so much more impressive when rolling it off the tongue. And we all know how much the Majors wife loves it rolled off the tongue Mah!

Now, I see Sybil is wearing that lethal Pearl dress, what a shimmer it has, very smart lady, wherever she moves the eye corners can’t help but watch. And no bra and panties, all very daring, changed the atmosphere amongst us gentlemen I’ll say. We’ve all gone rather stiff on the young go-getter, she must need some looking after, since the old grandee Lord Smithy pass away.

‘Yes dear’ The Countess Waxford whispers in my ear during breaks in her Martini concentrations ‘while she was bouncing on top!’ she’s getting rather spiffy indeed, saying ‘on Top’ slightly to loudly, now the whole room knows our conversation. Time to move on to the Major, hope he likes both bottles, told him it’ll help those ruddy cheeks of his… got the invite this weekend to her ladyships county pile, the masquerade ball, I say the old’ Zoro mask is getting another outing.