Behind the Hood (Behind the Lives)
“With rush hour over, traffic was flowing freely. He turned right at the roundabout, and headed down Tiri Road. Naf downed some aspirin with Red Bull, then switched on the music deck. Nesian Mystik’s Polysaturated R&B filled the car.
“Can I borrow your CD?” Tama asked.
“Fuck, no,” Naf said. “I’ll never get it back.”
Tama grumbled and pulled the hood further over his head. Not like he had a CD player to use anyway. Effing pigs chasing him out of his home. He looked out the window at the raincloud...s. Bloody shitty weather. His forecast for the day: Fucking cold and miserable.
Tama’s mood darkened as they drove past Claydon High. Two workmen were painting over graffiti on the office walls. Except for the good mates he’d made there, he hated the place. He’d found most classes a struggle. Of all the subjects, English was at the top of his To-Hate list. He’d told the English teacher once to stick his effing subject up his lily-white arse after he’d gotten a D for a debate, because he didn’t speak “Queen’s English.”MoreLess
“Can I borrow your CD?” Tama asked.
“Fuck, no,” Naf said. “I’ll never get it back.”
Tama grumbled and pulled the hood further over his head. Not like he had a CD player to use anyway. Effing pigs chasing him out of his home. He looked out the window at the raincloud...s. Bloody shitty weather. His forecast for the day: Fucking cold and miserable.
Tama’s mood darkened as they drove past Claydon High. Two workmen were painting over graffiti on the office walls. Except for the good mates he’d made there, he hated the place. He’d found most classes a struggle. Of all the subjects, English was at the top of his To-Hate list. He’d told the English teacher once to stick his effing subject up his lily-white arse after he’d gotten a D for a debate, because he didn’t speak “Queen’s English.”MoreLess
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