Chapter 11 - Another Newbie
Note: I do not own any songs in this chapter, or the next few, nor do I own the characters, except the ones you don't recognize.
Peter's office - Morning
A fax comes through and Peter reads it.
Peter: Great.
Sophie: What?
Peter: Social Services have dumped another kid on us.
Sophie: Have we got room?
Peter: Only just.
Sophie: Who is he?
Peter: Bradley O'Neil, he's a run away.
Sophie: Not another one, this'll be fun.
That night
Bradley O'Neil:
16, good looking, tall, spiky brown hair with blue and red tips. Had a band, he was vocalist and lead guitar. Dropped out of school when 15, after failing all subjects except English.
In for drugs, mother committed suicide 1 yr ago cos father was violent (to Brad as well) Brad found mother in bath, wrists cut. Brad moved out (when still 15) and into a flat with a mate, flat pretty run down. Started to take a lot of drugs. Father married again to a woman half his age. Social services found Brad in a run down flat and father was forced to either look after him or send him to horizon.
Social services went to flat and found him high, brought him to horizon in hand cuffs.
Brad and a Social Services Guy walk in, Peter comes up to them.
Peter: So, you must be Brad
Brad: No, I'm Chuck Norris, nice to meet you. (Sticks out hand smiling)
Peter: (Sighing, turning to Social Services guy) Whats he taken?
SSG: Not sure, but he's taken a lot of it!
Peter: Ok, (turns to Brad) Come this way. (They walk into an office, not Peter's. He gives Brad the speech.) Any questions?
Brad: Yeah, How do you get those lights looking so cool? (Looking up fascinated.)
Peter: Ok. you can stay in the nurses' office til you come around.
Nurses' Office
Brad is lying on a bed, another guy is watching him, Peter is gone. Brad starts singing Coolio's Gangsters Paradise.
Brad: As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and release there's none left.
AG (another guy): Can you stop!
Brad: (thinking bout it) Um.. No.
AG: Then sing something a bit more cheery
Brad starts singing Brittney Spears Sometimes (I Don't know the words, so don't blame me) "Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide"
AG: Shut up. (Tired)
Brad starts singing Albuquerque.
Brad: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bit Shop, you know the place, well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy. Except of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Awww - big bowl of sauerkraut every single morning it wa driving me crazy. I said to my mum, I said 'hey mum, what's with all the sauerkraut?' and my dear, sweet mother she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train and she leaned right down next to me and she said 'it's good for you' and then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.
AG: God, how long does that go for?
Brad: (pausing) 13 minutes (Continues) That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place. Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy. Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long. And anyone on the streets will gladly shave your back for a nickel. Wacka wacka doodoo yeah. Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true. Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize. That's right, a first class one-way ticket to Albuquerque, Albuquerque.
AG: (Groans) Is that all you can do? Recite other peoples crap?
Brad: Yep.
AG: Screw this, you can look after your self, I'm leaving. (He stands up and leaves)
Brad: See you later honey (waving) Dinner will be on the table waiting for you. (He looks around the room) Shit. (mumbles, Starts to yell/sing another song, Unsung Hero by One Dollar Short.) (Another man walks in.)
AM (Another man): can you please keep quiet, people are trying to sleep! (the man leaves)
Brad: Sorry (Grinning) 1, 2 ,3 ,4 my step mother is a whore, 5,6,7,8, this here place I really hate, 9,10,11,12 nothing rhymes with 12 at all, 13,14,15,16, I'm too high to make up more. (Starts singing Albuquerque again, from the beginning.)
Brad: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bit Shop, you know the place, well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy. Except of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Awww - big bowl of sauerkraut every single morning it wa driving me crazy. I said to my mum, I said 'hey mum, what's with all the sauerkraut?' and my dear, sweet mother she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train and she leaned right down next to me and she said 'it's good for you' and then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old..
Morning
Peter walks in and wakes up Brad.
Peter: Get up, time for your search and tour.
Brad: (Waking up, holding head) Ouuh man, shit, what happened?
Peter: You're at Mt Horizon.
Brad: Oh. yeah, it's all coming back to me now.
(They walk into another room where his bags are. Peter starts searching them. He has previously taken a container of pills off him that was in his pocket)
Brad: You won't find anything, you got my stash.
(Peter pulls out some powder and some more pills.)
Peter: So what's this then?
Brad: Um, (Grinning) flour? I like to cook!
Peter: Really. (Continues searching)
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Note: I do not own any songs in this chapter, or the next few, nor do I own the characters, except the ones you don't recognize.
Peter's office - Morning
A fax comes through and Peter reads it.
Peter: Great.
Sophie: What?
Peter: Social Services have dumped another kid on us.
Sophie: Have we got room?
Peter: Only just.
Sophie: Who is he?
Peter: Bradley O'Neil, he's a run away.
Sophie: Not another one, this'll be fun.
That night
Bradley O'Neil:
16, good looking, tall, spiky brown hair with blue and red tips. Had a band, he was vocalist and lead guitar. Dropped out of school when 15, after failing all subjects except English.
In for drugs, mother committed suicide 1 yr ago cos father was violent (to Brad as well) Brad found mother in bath, wrists cut. Brad moved out (when still 15) and into a flat with a mate, flat pretty run down. Started to take a lot of drugs. Father married again to a woman half his age. Social services found Brad in a run down flat and father was forced to either look after him or send him to horizon.
Social services went to flat and found him high, brought him to horizon in hand cuffs.
Brad and a Social Services Guy walk in, Peter comes up to them.
Peter: So, you must be Brad
Brad: No, I'm Chuck Norris, nice to meet you. (Sticks out hand smiling)
Peter: (Sighing, turning to Social Services guy) Whats he taken?
SSG: Not sure, but he's taken a lot of it!
Peter: Ok, (turns to Brad) Come this way. (They walk into an office, not Peter's. He gives Brad the speech.) Any questions?
Brad: Yeah, How do you get those lights looking so cool? (Looking up fascinated.)
Peter: Ok. you can stay in the nurses' office til you come around.
Nurses' Office
Brad is lying on a bed, another guy is watching him, Peter is gone. Brad starts singing Coolio's Gangsters Paradise.
Brad: As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I take a look at my life and release there's none left.
AG (another guy): Can you stop!
Brad: (thinking bout it) Um.. No.
AG: Then sing something a bit more cheery
Brad starts singing Brittney Spears Sometimes (I Don't know the words, so don't blame me) "Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide"
AG: Shut up. (Tired)
Brad starts singing Albuquerque.
Brad: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bit Shop, you know the place, well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy. Except of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Awww - big bowl of sauerkraut every single morning it wa driving me crazy. I said to my mum, I said 'hey mum, what's with all the sauerkraut?' and my dear, sweet mother she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train and she leaned right down next to me and she said 'it's good for you' and then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old.
AG: God, how long does that go for?
Brad: (pausing) 13 minutes (Continues) That's when I swore that someday, someday I would get outta that basement and travel to a magical, far away place. Where the sun is always shining and the air smells like warm root beer and the towels are oh so fluffy. Where the shriners and the lepers play their ukuleles all day long. And anyone on the streets will gladly shave your back for a nickel. Wacka wacka doodoo yeah. Well, let me tell you, people, it wasn't long at all before my dream came true. Because the very next day, a local radio station had this contest to see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in Leonard Nimoy's butt. I was off by three, but I still won the grand prize. That's right, a first class one-way ticket to Albuquerque, Albuquerque.
AG: (Groans) Is that all you can do? Recite other peoples crap?
Brad: Yep.
AG: Screw this, you can look after your self, I'm leaving. (He stands up and leaves)
Brad: See you later honey (waving) Dinner will be on the table waiting for you. (He looks around the room) Shit. (mumbles, Starts to yell/sing another song, Unsung Hero by One Dollar Short.) (Another man walks in.)
AM (Another man): can you please keep quiet, people are trying to sleep! (the man leaves)
Brad: Sorry (Grinning) 1, 2 ,3 ,4 my step mother is a whore, 5,6,7,8, this here place I really hate, 9,10,11,12 nothing rhymes with 12 at all, 13,14,15,16, I'm too high to make up more. (Starts singing Albuquerque again, from the beginning.)
Brad: Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement half a block down the street from Jerry's Bit Shop, you know the place, well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was just peachy. Except of course, for the undeniable fact that every single morning my mother would make me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Awww - big bowl of sauerkraut every single morning it wa driving me crazy. I said to my mum, I said 'hey mum, what's with all the sauerkraut?' and my dear, sweet mother she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train and she leaned right down next to me and she said 'it's good for you' and then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was 26 and a half years old..
Morning
Peter walks in and wakes up Brad.
Peter: Get up, time for your search and tour.
Brad: (Waking up, holding head) Ouuh man, shit, what happened?
Peter: You're at Mt Horizon.
Brad: Oh. yeah, it's all coming back to me now.
(They walk into another room where his bags are. Peter starts searching them. He has previously taken a container of pills off him that was in his pocket)
Brad: You won't find anything, you got my stash.
(Peter pulls out some powder and some more pills.)
Peter: So what's this then?
Brad: Um, (Grinning) flour? I like to cook!
Peter: Really. (Continues searching)
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