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.’