I did escape yesterday, I told Mum I was going to Zappo's. It was only cos of her stupid dance programme and 'Casualty', otherwise I would never have got away with it. It was on at the same time as the Unicef charity football match. Now I'm not a great fan of Robbie Williams, in fact most of his music is shit, but fair play to the guy - organising a football match like that was a pretty cool idea. So, as we only have one telly in our house (another one of Mum's leftie-green ideas) I got to go over to Zappo's to watch the match.
Well after the match I was supposed to go straight home, so I told Zappo to cover for me and took a slight detour. I hung about outside the church for ages. A few people walked past and gave me some strange looks. Morons. It's not like I was wearing a mac or anything - what did they think I was going to do? Anyway, just as it started to get dark they showed. Tom, Sam, Julie and the mum, Ann. I hung back round the corner a bit so they wouldn't see me, in the shadows.
They checked around a bit to make sure no one was watching them, then walked up to the door that's all boarded and chained up, not the little side door I went in, the one I thought they'd gone in too. Then Tom pulls a key out of his pocket! How the hell did he get that? He unlocked the chain and opened the door. It looked heavy to pull. They only opened it a bit and I was too far away to see what was inside. So when they'd gone in I crept closer.
And just as I was reaching out for the handle my bloody mobile goes off! Shit! Why didn't I turn it off? Of course it had to be my Mother. I pelted over to the other side of the street and hid back behind my corner. Just as well I did cos Tom stuck his head round the side of the church door. He glared up and down the street but couldn't see me.
"What!" I growled into the phone. That was a mistake.
"Don't you 'what' me," she started. "That football match finished ages ago and you should have been back by now."
So I told her the bus was late and that I was on it now and would be there any minute. Then I hissed and crackled and told her we were in a bad reception area and hung up. So after that I had to move. I couldn't risk going back over to the church, Tom would be on the lookout and Mum would've killed me if I didn't get home soon. And quite frankly I don't know which is scarier, Mum or the weirdo from next door.
When I got home I got more of an earbashing. The only thing that saved me was the phone, it was the boyfriend, Bob the builder. Apparently he's coming over this afternoon for Sunday tea. Deep joy!
Well after the match I was supposed to go straight home, so I told Zappo to cover for me and took a slight detour. I hung about outside the church for ages. A few people walked past and gave me some strange looks. Morons. It's not like I was wearing a mac or anything - what did they think I was going to do? Anyway, just as it started to get dark they showed. Tom, Sam, Julie and the mum, Ann. I hung back round the corner a bit so they wouldn't see me, in the shadows.
They checked around a bit to make sure no one was watching them, then walked up to the door that's all boarded and chained up, not the little side door I went in, the one I thought they'd gone in too. Then Tom pulls a key out of his pocket! How the hell did he get that? He unlocked the chain and opened the door. It looked heavy to pull. They only opened it a bit and I was too far away to see what was inside. So when they'd gone in I crept closer.
And just as I was reaching out for the handle my bloody mobile goes off! Shit! Why didn't I turn it off? Of course it had to be my Mother. I pelted over to the other side of the street and hid back behind my corner. Just as well I did cos Tom stuck his head round the side of the church door. He glared up and down the street but couldn't see me.
"What!" I growled into the phone. That was a mistake.
"Don't you 'what' me," she started. "That football match finished ages ago and you should have been back by now."
So I told her the bus was late and that I was on it now and would be there any minute. Then I hissed and crackled and told her we were in a bad reception area and hung up. So after that I had to move. I couldn't risk going back over to the church, Tom would be on the lookout and Mum would've killed me if I didn't get home soon. And quite frankly I don't know which is scarier, Mum or the weirdo from next door.
When I got home I got more of an earbashing. The only thing that saved me was the phone, it was the boyfriend, Bob the builder. Apparently he's coming over this afternoon for Sunday tea. Deep joy!
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