Hello everyone or no one because I don't think anyone will read this.. Anyway this is a piece I wrote for my GCSE English coursework. It has been submitted to AQA examination board and now I just have to sit and pray for a good mark.. It would be really appreciated if anyone read and gave me a review and an honest one at that. Thanks fanfiction :)
I can't believe that twat killed my wife! My wife! My pride and possession! Who does he think he is? Bob Allen? The greatest western star of the thirties? Well, he aint no Bob Allen, he's dead meat, he is. I wonder, before he killed her, if he remembered who's wife she is! She's not just anyone's wife. She is Curly's, the son of the boss of the ranch, heir to the ranch's, wife! The things I'm gonna do to this bastard are unimaginable. I wanna break his legs. I wanna screw his big head up so bad, he is even more of a retard than he is now! I wanna kill him! I have my gun and I'm not afraid to use it! He was playing with fire when he killed her! All the guys probably want him dead and if not, well, they're gonna have to come on the search or I'll fire them! Haha! That's the good things about being the boss's son! George won't want him dead but I don't give a damn about that little twat. He can die too for all I care for just being friends with that bastard!
Who did he think he was messing with anyway? I'm tough I am, tougher than all the guys here. Apart from that fricking Lennie! He busted up my hand he did! Then that ruddy Slim had came and made me swear down I won't tell anybody or they'd tell on me! I swear I'm gonna kill all of these guys one day! I don't do nothing wrong and I'm always looking like the bad guy, the one everybody hates. My poor messed up hand. I had to lie to my own wife! I bet if I'd have told her the truth, she wouldn't be in this mess! Dead and gone…
Oh after all my anger at Lennie, I forgot about my wife being dead. I still can't get my head around the fact she's actually dead. I remember the day I met her, her eyes shining in the sunlight. She looked beautiful and then I got to know her. Things changed after that. She was a bit of a dreamer, wanted to be an actress. I told her what rubbish that dream was and how that would never happen. She didn't listen to me. Always away with the clouds, she never listened to me. She always used to say marrying me was an escape from her life. Damn right it was but then she aint happy with me either. The marriage was dead but I didn't care. I could show her off to the other men. Now what have I got to show off to the other men? A smooth hand I used to keep clean for her? And a broken messed up one? I have nothing. I'm just like all the other men except for the fact my dad is the boss and I don't sleep in the bunkhouse but still… It's not the same. The bastard ruined everything I cared about, the only thing I had worth living for. Ok, sure, we might not have been that happy but she was the one thing the other men didn't have. I could show her off to them and I knew they were all jealous. I could see it in their facial expressions, especially Slims. He always used to flirt with her when he thought I wasn't looking or couldn't hear. But oh I heard it all right…
Oh well that's another part of my life I'll never get back. Right now, I have to smash the brains out of Lennie Small.
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