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.