chapter 6

This chapter was harder than I expected it to be. I dedicate it to Spee, my current Boyfriend. Okies..Oh, yeah, I have missed out a massive chunk of this chapter because I felt it was too seriouse. It felt wrong to be trying to make it funny. Ok then... enjoy ^_^

We get of the tube at convent Garden, run up the down esculater and emerge on to a chaotic street stuffed with tourists and street performers. A very beautiful girl walks past, her short dark hair framing her face perfectly. She winks at me then continues on her way.





"I think I know her," I say.





"Of course you know her you silly twerp. That's Sheelin Angel, the girl who wrote "Peace Order" AND sang the theme tune AND actually acted in the film. AND now I have missed my chance to get her to sign my copy of the book. Thanks a lot."





"Your welcome." I told her whilst thinking that I was sure I knew her from somewhere else. I just couldnt put my finger on it.





We continue walking before Cat stops, mesmerized by this guy in a peanut costume singing this song warning us about the dangers of feeding a goldfish peanuts.





We move into the main square. It is this like amazing market with loads of these random stalls selling chlorophyll, acrobats and many other weird and wonderful things.





Cat is already cruising the stalls; sniffing handmaid soap, tasting samples of fudge. When I approach, stallholders stuff all their stuff in padlocked boxes and move their samples out of reach. I watch Cat flirting with all the stallholder selling hand maid chocolates. She has so much confidence.





We enjoy the stalls for a while, then, all of a sudden, Cat pulls me up to the door of a very posh looking hotel. She grins at the hotel porter and he holds the door open for us.

I nearly drown in the thick carpet and Cat has to pull me out.

"What is this place?" I ask her.

"The Savoy hotel," she wispers. I pass out and wake up in a velvet armchair, "Cat! What are you playing at??"

"I am playing at a game called luxery. Its fun, trust me." She smiles at a passing a waiter and he dropped the tray full of tea that he was carrieing to rush over and take our order, "Tea for two please."

"Certainly miss," the waiter said, whilst smiling like a mad man. Then he glared at me, "Young man, take off your hat, we have a very strict dress code, you know." He scanned the rest of my outfit, as if checking for holes, but he obviously found nothing. As if I would wear anything that could repulse the one true love of my life as much as holes. And no, I am not talking about Cat.

We sit and wait pationtly. Within seconds, a large group of waiters are crowded around our table, all desperately trying to atttend to her every need in the small space. I drank my tea in silance, with a bemsued expression on my face as I watched Cats Fan club obbseing over her. She smiled at them and insested in her soft sweet voice that, no, she did not need anything else and yes, she would call if she changed her mind. A supermodle like waitress walked past and no one even glanced at her. She was clearly very put out by this and slammed the bill onto the table, glaring at Cat.

I glance at the sheet of paper and do a double take. £730 for two teas????? Cat glances down, then wispers something in the ear of one of the waiters. He blushes, then procedes to take out his wallet, pull out a large wad of cash and hand it to her. She counts the bill from that, hands it over to the angry waitress and pockets the rest. Then she stands up gracefully, waiting for me to follow suit. Then she kisses every single one of the waiters, links arms with me and we walk out of a side door, heads held high. Cat starts to laugh, and suddenly the whole sittuation seems just way too wierd so I start laughing. The doorman doesnt seem to mind; he tips his hat to us with a grin.

We skip together, hand in hand, away from the Savoy. Towards the next of the many wonders of London.

"Ever been on the London eye?" Cat asks. I HAVE!!!

"No, never."

"We should totally do it NOW!!"

We run down to where a clump of tourists are queing to get on a river cruiser. Cat pulls me into the center of a group of Italian teenagers.

"Ah," She says, her accent perfect, "Spagetti."

We follow the crowd onto the boat. No one asks us for money or tickets. The French teachers dont seem to notace that they have aquired two extra students.

"Always works," Cat wispers to me. Then she rases her voice back to odinary speaking, "Pizza."

"Pasta," I answered.

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Later, as we press our noses aginst the glass of the pod in capsual 17 of the Londen eye, I try to forget about the most expensive dog ever, about mum and the flats and being excluded. I just lean against the glass and think about the beautiful girl holding my hand. It's dusk and the water looks shimery and bright, reflecting the glinting lights strung out along the Thames Embankment.

"I could stay hear forever," I tell Cat.

"Me too," She says and just for a mument, notheing else matters.

chapter 5

Okies, this chapter took me quite a while. I dont like it as much as some of the others. but it does have a few potentially doog jokes. So, please, enjoy ^_^

23 seconds past 10, and still no sign of Cat. As if she was ever going to turn up. How could I have thought that she would????



She will be at school right now, telling her stuck up, designer bag carrying, GHD using friends about the smelly little boy from Eden Estate that she had met the day before and tricked into thinking that he stood a chance. But no, of course I had about as much chance of her turning up as Bryony has of winning a game of solitaire. Zero. I don't have a tiny clue of how I am going to pay that vet bill. I could sell my heart. But I doubt that any one would want to buy broken merchandise. So I could sell my kidney instead. But even that wont sell for up to the vet bill. what if they have to put the dog down?



"Hey!" OMG, did Bryony just win a game of solitaire??? well, I will have you know I am actually quite good at spider solitair. ish. Cat waved at me from the other side of the road.



She is not in school uniform today. WOULD MAKE SENCE YOU TWERP!! she looks way older than she is. lucky her. She is wearing a green sparkly tutu over pink balet tights. On her feet she has pink and green converse. A silver sparkly tiara balances on top of those corkscrew curls that I seem to be obsessed with. She presses the butten, waits for the green man, looks both ways and crosses the road. She comes towards me and I fall for her honey-brown skin and emerald green eyes all over again.



"what took you so long?" I ask. "did you think of a way to pay the bill?" coz if you didnt, I think my heart just went up in value.



"Of course," She says. "I told you didnt I? Not a problem."



We go inside and see lucky fast a peeps in a big cold metal cage. for some reason I felt the absolute need for a nail file. I didnt have one on me though; I left it at home.



The Vet tells us that he is charging us for the x-rays, the medications and the transplanted organs (I should have taken that as an oppertunity to sell my kidney, darn), but not the overnight stay. As if he was doing us a favor. It still comes to £280. Cat doesnt even flinch; she hands over the money with a smile. We had to wait for a while as the doctor/vet (who I have just realises looks like J D from scrubs - I said that he was good looking did you know that he is 5 whole years younge than david tennant? I love him so much, I am his new stalker... tho.. I am not ver good at that as I live in england.... ah well..) counted the money. It took a while because it is hard to count £280 worth of 2ps. lol.



We have to be back to pick up the dog at 7.



Thats one hell of a lot of time to kill, but Cat has written a list of things that we could do. It has like 71 things on it. 23 minuits later we are squashed together on the tube, hurteling through the london underground to Convent garden.



"Its not like I normaly scive," She tells me. The woman opposite gasps, so Cat lowers her voice. "I am doing this for you mouse. You looked so cute whilst you were worrieing about Lucky and you totally needed cheering up. Plus I have this majorly important science test this afternoon."



"You're all heart." I say and she grinned at me, "well duh! Any how, you are sciving too."



I laugh at her cute nievity, "I am not skiving, I'm excluded." The woman opposite dies.



"wow!" She does that daydreamy thing again. Only not for so long this time. "what did you do?"



"I tagged the wall in the gym in 8 different colours."



"unreal," Cat wispered in this awed voice. "what made you do it?"



I shrug,"I was bored." OMG that is my excuse for just about every creative thing I have ever done: glittery tie, personilized pencil case, decorated bag, decorated art book. lol.



School - its enough to turn anyone vandal. during double science with mr Bradely, you start to daydream about a sinking school, a burning school, an imploding school. You start to plot the end to the school, the end to the teachers. Anything really - because nothing realy happens Darwen Vale Comp. (Apart from the occasional macarena dance along that all the freaky emos join in with.)

And then it did, for five whole minuits I was a king, superman. The best kind of superman; no one knew it was me. No one until Chan noticed the paint on my fingers and pointed out the spelling mistakes how stupid of you to forget how to spell "is"???? lol. Then I figured that I should probebly escape very fast. I was on my way out the door when Mr Purple grabbed my collar, nearly stangulated me and that was it, my moment of glory.

"will you ever do it again?" Cat asked me.

"No chance," I tell her. "Caused to much trouble."

"Oh yeah? So what about the door outside the Youth Outreach Unit yesterday? A little mouse face in the middle. That was you wasnt it?" NO IT WAS SOMEOTHER GRAFITY ARTIST WHO USES FINGER PAINTS AND IS CALLED MOUSE!!

"Caught red-handed," I say.

sanctuary.

okies, this is another random story. I started it on my first BCS lesson so I dedicate it to Mr Foster. please enjoy ^_^

“Take me away” I keyed in the message and clicked send. Then I slipped phone back in my pocket before the teacher looked up. Not that she would have noticed. She wouldn’t even have expected me to have a phone. I looked back at my work. There was no point in doing it though. It’s not like it would be checked. Instead, I waited.

For ages. Even when the bell for break went, I still had to wait a little longer. The class got kept behind; I had caused so little disruption that Miss forgot I was there for at least 15 minuets.

Finally I left the classroom. As I walked away I sent another text, “I'm ready.” I sat down on the bench outside and got a book out. Already I could hear the low rumble of a moped. It gradually got louder. I took my blazer off and slipped it in my bag. I replaced it by my leather jacket.
Nobody noticed my change. Nobody cared.

I listened to the engine’s rumble increasing in volume. Only I could tell how far away it was. Only I knew where its next stop would be. Nobody else was listening out. Nobody else was mentally preparing for its arrival.

But when it did arrive, everyone's heads turned. The moped flew as fast as it went round the corner of the school. It screeched to a halt about two meters away from me. The driver reached into his bag behind him and pulled out an extra helmet. He threw it toward me. I caught it, already running to him. We didn't speak. What was the point? He's deaf and I am Dumb. Life's like this.

“Get off of there!!! Now!!! Young lady!!” That teacher was wasting her breath. We left her, her words and the rest of the school in our dust.

We sped up the main road, another road and then country road after country road; him driving, me holding on to him tightly, not because I was scared of falling off, because I was scared he would disappear.

We drove for ages. We knew that know one would even start following us for a while so we didn't bother going as fast as possible. However, we didn't stop driving until we felt that we were a safe distance from the school and all the people that knew us. Even then we had to find the Perfect Place.

There was no discussion over where that was. We just knew somehow that we were both happy with the end decision.

It was a field at the top of a big hill/small mountain in the middle of nowhere. It was quiet, nobody around, nothing for him to not hear. We got off the moped and he lay down on the grass, stretched out in the sun. I placed my head on his chest, the rest of my body all curled up. He stroked my hair gently.

I knew that soon the police would turn up. I knew that soon it would all be over. But I also knew that I had never felt this safe before in my whole life.

I was completely content. xxx

chapter 4

Okies, I quite like this chapter. I think that I am getting better. um... not much else to say... have fun!

well, I rode the bike and she ran as fast as she possibly could to keep up. I was going out of my way to make sure she got home safely, I wasnt exactly gonna give her all the privilages, was I?



"so..." she panted, "how. old. are. you. any. way?"



I thought about lying, but I would have just told her the first number that came into my head. Somehow I doubted that she would have belived that I was 3476. So I settled on the truth: "I am 14. Year nine."



She tried to grin, but it was too much effort. I decided that maybe I should slow down a little. "Me too!" she said, "you got a girlfriend?"



My heart thumped. Maybe it was all the extra exercise. "Not at the moment." I replyed, doing my best to keep my cool.



Not ever. Unless you count Neela Rehman. We went out for like, three seconds before the mars bar finished. HONESTLY what is it with the mars bars??? they arent even that nice. they have caramel in. I could go on like this for hours. lol. Oh and, does that girl in my form count? I have kissed her in my dreams.... wow, I am jelouse of her... oh wait, she is like, totally me. darn, I wasnt supposed to give that bit away... lol.



"really?" WELL DUH! "good."



"you interested?" WHAT IS IT WITH THESE PEOPLE??? SHE WASNT ASKING YOU OUT FOR THE DOG YOU TWERP!!



"Might be." ok, what the hell???? I am positive that she was gonna say yes then. my hands were held above the y e s keys. but they never touched them. CONFUZELIFIED!!!! "so, how about school? Dont you just wish that it would hurry up and SINK already?"

"I go to Darwen vale comp," I tell her, "Its a loony bin." Seriously, I am like the only sane one there. oh and that girl in her form. YAY ME!!!

her eyes shone, "isnt that where the kids stab each other on stage regularry?? And the teachers only last up too 23 seconds??"

"Um.. with the stabbing thing... I think that you are thinking of Ruby Mammoth high school. And as for the teacher thing, some of them used to have pet dinosors for flippin hells sake." Eg. Mrs pearson.

"I wish I went somewhere cool like that." Cat appeared to have missed all that I had just said. "I want fun and exitment and lessons in pole dancing. Not sewing on state of the art sewing machines or interactive witeboards showing diagrams of the reproductive system or lessons in fencing."

"you wouldnt like Darwen Vale," I tell her, "trust me. Fun and exitment are not on the time table. And neither is pole dancing." THATS WHAT YOU KNOW!!!

"They would if I was there." What, the fun and exitement or the pole dancing????

We stop in front of a victorean building. I count the floors: one, two..... oh three. well ha, I thought, ours has 10!!! Then I realised that she lived in all the floors and we barely lived in one. oh darn.

She walks up the path to her door then turns back to look at me still stood on the pavement before the garden, "you coming in?" She turns back unlocks the door and walks inside. After half a minuet, she comes back out again. I am still stood in the same place.

"Its ok," she laughs," Dad works late on a Thursday and mum's at her yoga class." lol... yoga...

She shows me around her house. It is totally like, bigger on the inside. like the tardis... maybe David Tennant will be there. Then I could get his autograph for that girl in my form. I heard that she likes Doctor Who. Not that I have been reading up on her or anything.... lol.

"I hate this place." Cat says.

"Swap you then. Any day. Let me live in fairytopia and you can live in a pile of sheep and cow hybrid poo. if you dont get that, speak to Jordan Picken.

"So.. you live with Lime then? Occasionally a cardboard box, occasionally a bus stop. Or, if you are really lucky, a bus station."

"High-rise block, Eden Estate, I say bleakly, "ninth floor."

"wow," She sighs and goes all daydreamy and for some reason I fell the urge to squirt some orange juice up her nose. Not exactly the reaction I was expecting.

Eventually she snaps out of it. After forcing me to resist that incredibly strong urge (it had been mad even harder to resit as there was a carton of juice with the straw sticking out next to me and it was totally, like, looking at me.) for about an hour.

"So, where do you live, exactly?" She asks as if that whole hour had not happned. Maybe she was long micro-sleeping.

"Nightnengale house," I tell her before I realise what I have just told her. "Dont you dare come to visit. Not only will my mum not give you tea, but it is dodgy round there. I mean it." She just laughed at me and slided further up the sofa toward me.

"I like you mouse," She tells me. "Your funny. And cute."

She leans toward me and I lean in to her. I get the feeling that I amway out of my depth; I never went this far with Neela. I can feel her breath on mine and our lips are almost touching and I am wondering how you breath whilst you are kissing when the front door slams. Cat and I leap apart.

"Cat?" Calls a woman's voice. "Is that you? I thought you would still be at drama club!I forgot my yoga mat so..... oh! Who's this?"

A small, striking black woman stands in the kitchen doorway, eyes narrowed. She looks at me like I am a piece of that hybrid poo that I metaphoricly live in.

"Hello, I am Mai, Catrin's mum. And you are...?"

I flew into a standing position, "just leaving."

"His nam's Ben. Ben Smith."

"Alright then, I totally have to go now. It was nice meeting you." And I zoom zoomed out of the room and down the street; on my way to a whole different planet.

Chapter 3

okies, i thought this chapter was gonna be really hard but it only took me like half an hour. Ok, I dedicate this to Beth and Carrie and Thegn and Aluna and Coral and Tarl. enjoy ^_^

The dog lay there, clinging to life, its chest heaving with broken breaths, its eyelids fluttering. Cat and I sat waiting anxoisly for the doctor/vet to give us his verdict.

"hmm, I think he is gonna make it. We will have to keep him and transplant a few vital organs. But he might just make it. Of course, it will cost you quite a bit of money."

"Ok," my voice wavered. £1 was quite a bit of money to me. And somehow, I didnt think that the doctor/vet bill was gonna be anything even close to that sum of money.

"By quite a bit of money, I mean £30,000."

"What are you??? A kidneapper???? A murderer???? He needs this, and a good home and all you can think about is money???? You disgust me. You vile piece of.." I never got to finish that sentece because Cat stepped between me and the vet, "It is no problem at all," she cut in smoothly, "We'll pay. Thank you for all your help. See you tomorrow!!" Then she dragged me out of the hospital.

"what on fried chicken's earth do you think that you are doing you stupid piece of poo?? You cant just go around insulting our savour. I will get the money, you twerp."

"How you gonna do that? Dont expect any help from me; I have 2p and 1 yen to my name and I am saveing up to get a dairy milk chocolate bar. Then I dont have to eat those mars bars that Dave gives me and expects me to like."

"You dont like mars bars??? weird.... ANy way, what time should we meet?"

"... hmm, as soon as possible... half nine? Ten?"

"So, thats like early afternoon, right?" NO, IT REALY ISNT!!!! afternoon isnt until AFTER NOON!!! Duh, clue's in the name.

I looked down at her tribel paint, hawaiien lei, pink elephant. At half nine she would be at school, drawing scissers, reading shakespear, talking about fit dudes, flirting with her history teacher, arguing with her german teacher, throwing things in japanease at her japanease teacher, playing with monkeys in the rainforest, right, you get the idea, SHE ISNT EXCLUDED!!!

"to early?" i ask, curling my lip, How the hell do you do that??? I have NEVER understood the whole curling lip thing, "Gonna be at trouble at school?"

"no.... well, kinda but nothing I cant deal with... anyhow..." she let her sentance trail off and stared suductevley at me. She kinda reminded me of that girl in my form.

"mouse?" she promted and I blushed. I felt guilty that I was thinking about some other girl even though it shouldnt have made me feel like that; we had only just met. I felt like she was gonna go, "remeber me?" like whatshername does in flash gorden. if you havent seen that film, you totally SHOULD. tis awsome.

"ten oclock then?" she said. But she still stood there. I half wondered if she was waiting for something. But being a lad I didnt have a clue.

After a few miniuts, she sighed and said, "doog dog, are you gonna walk me home or not?"