Wednesdays Worries.

Ninja: Hi

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: heys ,,, how’s you>>??

Ninja: alright you

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: yeah, i is good ,,, sleepy though ,,, shame you didn’t get to do the English thing ,,, i thought it was quite good, other than ,,, ya know ,,, evil teacher wanting to kill me :P

Ninja: i think it was only the top set doing it

Bob,,,=,,,flinging sh*t in the sterilised eye of the world: i dunno ,,, em and jake and heather and jane did it ,,,

Ninja: yeah but theyre in set 2, thats a top set. I think it was just the two top sets then

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: indeed a shame ,,, it was this poetry guy,,, he was funny, but i didn’t like when he wanted me to read out what i was writing down instead of listening :( ,,, although i was listening, i was just writing at the same time,,, and i was writing a poem, which was really on topic seeing as though he was talking to us about poetry ,,, stupid really

Ninja: did you read it out?

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: nah ,,, paddy read it out ,,, i didn’t want to ,,, and even though the guy whose name i can’t remember now  liked it i still got yelled at by the evil teacher lady

Ninja: i think she hates you

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: i think you’re right ,,,anyways ,,, imma go

Ninja: going to do some homework?

Bob,,,=,,,flinging s*it in the sterilised eye of the world: homework>>?? what homework>>?? Im going running ,,, no homework ,,, ever ,,, see ya tomorrow ,,,  byes!

And so she logged off to go and run around in the most dangerous part of the town. She did live in the area which everyone knew to be the place to go to get stabbed or raped or something just as bad. The only thing that kept me from asking my dad to drive me to her house this very second was that I knew she was going to meet up with a few of her friends on the way, but even that wasn’t enough to make me not worry.

 But I had the right to worry about this. She went running in skinny jeans and a vest at dusk, when all the weirdoes come out, in one of the most dangerous areas in the south of England. I didn’t approve of her going running like this, and neither did anyone else, but Bob didn’t really care what we thought about it. 

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