Ne, Nedd and Neddy
The scene: a large, scaffy housing estate. Three boys creep around the base of an apartment block. One, the smallest, wanders around with his hands in his pockets. As he walks he shifts his shoulders up and down, up and down, jiggling them like a supermodel uses her hips. He has three hairs, all of which are gelled to hang over the front of his head. The second, slightly larger one is Nedd. He has a big, black, Kappa hat on and a small Adidas backpack. As he walks, he stops occasionally to pick up litter. Not letting Neddy see, of course. That would spell doom. DOOM I TELLS YA!!! Ahem. Yes, anywho. The last one walked like a flag. As though one end was anchored to the ground and the other could just hang loose. Neddy peeked around the corner, only to see Chantelle, wielding her fathers Air Rifle, following their tracks round the opposite side of the building.
"Nedd, man. Have ye finished yer disguises fer us yet?" Neddy inquired*Mmmmm, inquiry*
He looked up from his portable sewing machine, "Neddy, ye canna rush these things."
"WHEN CHAPTERS REPEAT!!! When Nedd doubles his lines!!! Only the strongest can hope to survive. Tune in next week for." Ned said. Read this with the voice of that guy who advertises all the action movies and horror movies.
"NED!!! YOU'RE GONNA DIE MAN!!!I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YE WHEN I FIND YE!!!"
"Shall we, um run again like?"
"DONE!!!"
"A'right Ned!" Neddy shouted you. "WHAT THE HELL?!THA'S NO A DISGUISE, THA'S A POSHO UNIFORM. NEDD, YOURE SUCH A DEAD MAN!!!"
"Nononono Neddy, like ah thought we could, like infiltrate one of the schools and see how the poshos live. Never know, they might be quite nice." Neddy didn't look convinced. "Aaaaaaand.it'll get us away from Chantelle.
"Why'd ye no say so? Lets do it."
"Poor Skazz, I wish ah could dae summat fer her. I mean she's really hot an' a' but with her.well, um, like, business" He said, finally grasping the word, "Just really gets in the way. And plus, it's kinda, like, fucked up that she has tae dae it anyway."
"Aye Kevin, tha's true, but you know what? I dinnae gee a shit!!!"
".Fuckin goth that ya're Plank"
"Johnny? Shu' up."
"You guys dinnae understand! She's better than a' that. Ye do know she only puts on that accent so naeone slags her aff righ'? She's frae' Morningside, her real names Nazz and she works as a prostitute!! All 'cos her dad likes his booze tae much. Ah mean, the like, idea is totally minging, selling yer body fer sex. I really feel sorry for her." Kevin turned and walked away, shaking his head. Once out of sight of Johnny and Rashid he leant against the wall and dissolved into tears, his shoulders shaking. He sank to the ground, leaning his arms against the wall. Suddenly a big white car pulled up. Skazz tumbled out, with her skirt pulled up, showing her knickers. She glared up at her latest client and said:
"Fuck off you tight bastard. With the stuff you got me to do, you shouldn't be allowed on the streets" bruises littered her body, mainly around her breasts and face and there were rope burn marks round her neck. "You're never going to work with me again!"
"Aye well, noone said it had to be with your consent. Watch yer back hun." The man drove off, skidding round the corner. Nazz shook with rage and tears. She burst. She sank to the ground, crying to god that the mans curse was hollow. Kevin had heard the whole conversation, and could feel tears of sympathy welling up inside him. Nazz wasn't the average schemey girl, all squat and dumpy, she was.Special. When she walked normally, outside of Niddrie when not wearing her hooker outfit she projected an air of purity and grace, even though she had first been raped by her father and mother at five. She could put a spectacular brave face on things. Kevin really respected her, and he wanted to comfort and impress her with his compassion. He no longer wore his Kappa trainers, but now combat boots. No more Adidas three stripe trousers, now baggy Levis. He had watched the poshos for months and now talked proper English when anyone else wasn't nearby. He was trying to change, and that was important. Yesterday had been the last time he would act like that around her. He walked over to her, for the moment discarding his excitement over his new clothes.
"Hey Nazz, you alright."
Nazz looked up surprised and scared, then she slipped into her schemey accent. "Aye, I'm a'right Kev."
"Nazz, you don't have to do that anymair. Fuck. More, sorry. I'm trying to change, to be like you, all like smart and, normal. I've stopped smoking and a'! Now, don't lie to me." He said.
"I'm so sorry Kevin. My life is shite. Most people only see me as a sex object; noone actually cares about me. My family rejects me, my friends have rejected me after one of my clients came to school and tried to coerce 3 of my friends to."
"I'm really sorry," said Kevin as she broke into tears once more. He slipped a hand around her shoulder and hugged her close. I'll get you out, don't worry, I'll get you out."
The scene: a large, scaffy housing estate. Three boys creep around the base of an apartment block. One, the smallest, wanders around with his hands in his pockets. As he walks he shifts his shoulders up and down, up and down, jiggling them like a supermodel uses her hips. He has three hairs, all of which are gelled to hang over the front of his head. The second, slightly larger one is Nedd. He has a big, black, Kappa hat on and a small Adidas backpack. As he walks, he stops occasionally to pick up litter. Not letting Neddy see, of course. That would spell doom. DOOM I TELLS YA!!! Ahem. Yes, anywho. The last one walked like a flag. As though one end was anchored to the ground and the other could just hang loose. Neddy peeked around the corner, only to see Chantelle, wielding her fathers Air Rifle, following their tracks round the opposite side of the building.
"Nedd, man. Have ye finished yer disguises fer us yet?" Neddy inquired*Mmmmm, inquiry*
He looked up from his portable sewing machine, "Neddy, ye canna rush these things."
"WHEN CHAPTERS REPEAT!!! When Nedd doubles his lines!!! Only the strongest can hope to survive. Tune in next week for." Ned said. Read this with the voice of that guy who advertises all the action movies and horror movies.
"NED!!! YOU'RE GONNA DIE MAN!!!I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA FUCKIN' KILL YE WHEN I FIND YE!!!"
"Shall we, um run again like?"
"DONE!!!"
"A'right Ned!" Neddy shouted you. "WHAT THE HELL?!THA'S NO A DISGUISE, THA'S A POSHO UNIFORM. NEDD, YOURE SUCH A DEAD MAN!!!"
"Nononono Neddy, like ah thought we could, like infiltrate one of the schools and see how the poshos live. Never know, they might be quite nice." Neddy didn't look convinced. "Aaaaaaand.it'll get us away from Chantelle.
"Why'd ye no say so? Lets do it."
"Poor Skazz, I wish ah could dae summat fer her. I mean she's really hot an' a' but with her.well, um, like, business" He said, finally grasping the word, "Just really gets in the way. And plus, it's kinda, like, fucked up that she has tae dae it anyway."
"Aye Kevin, tha's true, but you know what? I dinnae gee a shit!!!"
".Fuckin goth that ya're Plank"
"Johnny? Shu' up."
"You guys dinnae understand! She's better than a' that. Ye do know she only puts on that accent so naeone slags her aff righ'? She's frae' Morningside, her real names Nazz and she works as a prostitute!! All 'cos her dad likes his booze tae much. Ah mean, the like, idea is totally minging, selling yer body fer sex. I really feel sorry for her." Kevin turned and walked away, shaking his head. Once out of sight of Johnny and Rashid he leant against the wall and dissolved into tears, his shoulders shaking. He sank to the ground, leaning his arms against the wall. Suddenly a big white car pulled up. Skazz tumbled out, with her skirt pulled up, showing her knickers. She glared up at her latest client and said:
"Fuck off you tight bastard. With the stuff you got me to do, you shouldn't be allowed on the streets" bruises littered her body, mainly around her breasts and face and there were rope burn marks round her neck. "You're never going to work with me again!"
"Aye well, noone said it had to be with your consent. Watch yer back hun." The man drove off, skidding round the corner. Nazz shook with rage and tears. She burst. She sank to the ground, crying to god that the mans curse was hollow. Kevin had heard the whole conversation, and could feel tears of sympathy welling up inside him. Nazz wasn't the average schemey girl, all squat and dumpy, she was.Special. When she walked normally, outside of Niddrie when not wearing her hooker outfit she projected an air of purity and grace, even though she had first been raped by her father and mother at five. She could put a spectacular brave face on things. Kevin really respected her, and he wanted to comfort and impress her with his compassion. He no longer wore his Kappa trainers, but now combat boots. No more Adidas three stripe trousers, now baggy Levis. He had watched the poshos for months and now talked proper English when anyone else wasn't nearby. He was trying to change, and that was important. Yesterday had been the last time he would act like that around her. He walked over to her, for the moment discarding his excitement over his new clothes.
"Hey Nazz, you alright."
Nazz looked up surprised and scared, then she slipped into her schemey accent. "Aye, I'm a'right Kev."
"Nazz, you don't have to do that anymair. Fuck. More, sorry. I'm trying to change, to be like you, all like smart and, normal. I've stopped smoking and a'! Now, don't lie to me." He said.
"I'm so sorry Kevin. My life is shite. Most people only see me as a sex object; noone actually cares about me. My family rejects me, my friends have rejected me after one of my clients came to school and tried to coerce 3 of my friends to."
"I'm really sorry," said Kevin as she broke into tears once more. He slipped a hand around her shoulder and hugged her close. I'll get you out, don't worry, I'll get you out."