With an army of friends behind him and only a few threats left, To Greg Winters it looks like all will finally be well.
However his nemesis Kyle is far from done, a series of brutal attacks will leave several dead, as Greg and his friends must learn about each other's pasts to tie up loose ends, and discover secrets that will ultimately destroy Mortdale or create a new and better Mortdale.
(1 Month has passed, since Helpless TA's epic, yet failed, escape and the current date is 10th February, another day has just ended at White View which means…)
(Bell rings, students pour out of the building and race like rhinoceros, to get to the bus stop, in the crowd is a boy with a noticeable red cap…)
Greg: GEORGE POSITION 3!
George: ON IT! (Pulls out Walkie Talkie) JOEY WERE IN POSITION 3! PREPARE TO FIRE!
(Crowd screams as Sasha Redact is rolled along by Joey Winters, she is crushing members of the crowd clearing a way for the gang)
Thomas: ALRIGHT GUYS, POSITION 4! JAYA, YOUR TIME TO SHINE!
(Jaya lets out a roar cry startling and scattering the crowd)
Lucy: WE'VE GOT YEAR 8'S FLANKING US, TO THE LEFT!
Imogen: OKAY HANG ON! ALAN THOSE YEAR 8'S ALL HAVE GUNS!
Alan (going berserk): NOOOO! NO TRIGGER! NO GUN UP MY ARSE! I'LL KILL YOU ALL, YOU SICK FUCKS!
(Startled year 8's flee as Alan swings at them)
Melody: JACK! FLORENCE! A YEAR 10 IS ATTEMPTING TO SNEAK PAST OUR FORMATION!
Florence: NOT ON MY WATCH! EVERYONE LOOK! THOU ART HERE! THIS YEAR 10 IS TRYING TO SNEAK AHEAD!
Jack: DON'T JUST STAND THERE! RIP HIM TO PIECES YOU MORONS!
(They charge forwards and beat up the poor boy, while Jack and Florence manage to flee the scene)
Sasha: QUICK THE BUS HAS ARRIVED!
(Bus doors open Greg, George, Lucy, Imogen, Joey, Sasha, Alan, Melody, Jack, Florence, Thomas and Jaya successfully manage to board the bus and the bus doors close, leaving the younger years outside)
Greg: WOOO! IN YOUR FACES BITCHES!
Joey: OH YEAH! MISSION SUCCESS
(Him and Greg give the angry lower years the middle finger)
Imogen: Real mature guys.
Greg: Oh come on Immie, live a little.
Imogen: Hmm... oh what the hell, first time we've managed to succeed at getting onto the bus first in a fortnight.
(joins in with Greg and Joey)
George: This is why I hate getting on the bus, it's overcrowded, smelly, there are weird people on it...
(people glare at him but he carries on)
George: ...standing at the front to avoid sitting by chavs at the back, even though are plenty of free seats and devising war, like, tactics, everyday just so we can get on the bus early and get home half an hour before anyone else… and most of the other days we fail and the bus get flooded with little un's, with no more room for us, so we end up waiting cough, 2 minutes, cough that turns into 45 minutes at the bus stop, get abuse yelled at us because we're in White View uniform...
Thomas: You've turned cynical George.
George: This is why I preferred the park, it was, cleaner, quieter, quicker… now thanks to a certain someone, aiming that damn cannon at the park (glares at Joey) we can no longer walk through it and end up crammed on…(Mutters last words like there poison on his tongue) the- bus!
Joey: Rather this than some stinky trees. Let's just celebrate for once, can't we do that?
Greg: Month in this town cousin, you've adapted well.
Joey: I'll say, yew do get used to it, but yew know I still miss my dad and all, and well no offence, but Daz ain't a very good replacement.
Greg: Relax, Daniel is not the most emotive person, but he has defiantly mellowed out like George here.
George: Yeah… I guess so.
Lucy: Oh don't sound like that Georgie honey! You sound so sad these days, what is it? Is it me?
George: What no, of course not Luce babe, you're my life.
Jack: Such a romantic, loving, relationship filled with care and affection (glares at Florence) wonder whose fault it is, that our relationship, lacks that affection.
Florence: Oh Jack please don't turn into an emo, you don't have to criticise yourself like that.
Melody: I sense, it was not himself he was criticising.
Thomas: You don't say? Really I thought he was.
Sasha: One thing I have to say to that Melody, no shit Sherlock.
Melody: You always say that.
Sasha: You always say how you can “sense” something.
Melody: I can, I can speak to spirits…
Sasha: Still keeping this up, okay girlfriend, one day I'm slapping back down to earth.
Lucy: Anyway, George… I thought you'd be a hell of lot more happy, about finally getting your girl and I'm happy I've got the guy. I guess I really wanted in the end, but if it's not me? What's bothering you?
George: Just… something… something else.
Chantelle (appearing out of nowhere): His secretly gay.
Alan (alarmed): WHERE'D YOU COME FROM!? HOW'D YOU GET ON THIS BUS!?
Gordon: I used my drug to scatter the crowd, they were all like terrified in it…
(Greg raises eyebrows)
Gordon (truthfully): Chelsea forgot how to move and blocked the crowd, so we all managed to get on, even Chelsea somehow.
Helpless TA: They might be, but I'm not. I was free Dammit! Free and I make that stupid mistake! (cries)
Aaron: Helpless TA is fucking irritating lately.
Ryan: All she does is cry and fucking blabber, like a pussy.
Gordon: Yeah blads, I mean who the fuck does dat?
Jaya: Gordon, your attempts at fitting in with the chav gang, is just cringe worthy just accept who you really are already.
Gordon: Da fuck cunt what da fuck you on bout?
Sasha: I could ask y'all the same with y'all bad grammar.
Charmaine: Oh fucking hell, here we go again…
Chantelle: Cor be arsed for fights, Bab keeps playing up me belly. I can feel it kick now.
Charmaine: Great, it will pop out soon and you can get those benefits.
Thomas: Having a baby, is a big responsibility Chantelle, it's not just for benefits.
Chantelle: What the fuck you on about? My mam had me for benefits, I doe see the problem with it.
Thomas: And this is why society is…
(Bus breaks and the group nearly goes flying into the windscreen)
Imogen: This bus and its bloody brakes, it's like the fucking night bus of Harry Potter, just crowded and full of muggles…
Aaron: LOL! Imogen's losing it, creating imaginary words.
Sasha: If y'all picked up a book and read for once in your life, you'd understand.
Gordon (bursting out, as per usual by this point): WE CAN READ, WERE NOT STUPID!
Greg: Really, anything over then Slang and what's on text messages?
Chantelle: Oh God, Gordon's high again.
Melody: I can sense that is not the truth.
Sasha: I can sense my hand, reaching for your mouth to shut you up in a…
Melody: WAIT I AM RECEIVING A MESSAGE FROM THE SPIRITS!
(In surprise, Alan falls back into somebody. The somebody helps him to his feet)
Alan: Oh t-thank you, s-she just surprised me…
Richard: It’s okay me, al do's, do's, I’ll always be here's to help's.
Alan: (Leaps back in horror): AH! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU WEIRDO! YOU'RE PLANNING TO PLAY TRIGGER!? WELL YOU'RE…
(By the this point everyone on the bus has retreated under their seats, with Lucy and George causally discussing their relationship, next to a raving Imogen whose blabbering on to Jaya about Harry Potter. Thomas trying to inject some sense of order and failing miserably. Greg and Joey making faces out of the window still and Alan going insane and Melody having a fit claiming to be receiving messages from the spirits, with Sasha threatening her, this with the addition of the chav crew and Richard have terrified the people on the bus)
Melody: THE SPIRITS TELL ME... NOT TO CATCH THE BUS ON TIME TOMMOROW! IF WE DO, THEN WE SHALL SUFFER A PAINFUL DEATH!
Imogen: And if were late to school, we'll all suffer a painful death, via my mother's hand.
(The bus screeches to a stop, Greg, Joey and George get off at their stop)
Greg: See y'all tomorrow!
Imogen: Alright see ya later Greg!
Melody: AND REMEMBER MY MESSAGE, I'M SERIOUS ABOUT THIS!
Joey: Sure we will (doors close)
George: Over my dead body I will.
Joey: Nah, yew know what? I'm gonna be a rebel.
Greg: See the old, cocky, Joey, coming back.
Joey: Greg I ain't being cocky, I just wanna see what happens if I'm late for a day, if we catch the late. I mean our little group of friends has had the best time in this past month, ain't that right?
George: Yeah, it's been peaceful lately.
Joey: So I just wanna spice up life a little, plus after her last prediction came true... It's gonna sound mad, but I kinda trust Melody.
George: (sighing): Fine, I'll contact the gang.
Greg: Sure thing. (they say goodbye to George)
(Joey and Greg enter their house)
Joey: Hmm, that's odd, where Daz?
(Greg hears humping from upstairs)
Greg: His gotten himself a new girlfriend.
Joey: How do yew know that?
Greg: You can hear the humping from upstairs. (smirking) Well, we better go check who it is then.
Joey: Wait, yew just can't walk in a fella when his banging his babe.
Greg: Jesus Joey, a month in this town and you still think the rules of privacy are solid? Try masturbatin' in private and you'll find a video of yourself on Youporn, under the solo male gay section the next day.
Joey: Damn privacy is fucked here, wait a minute, how'd you know all that about the masturbating thing?
Greg (blushing): Oh erm, I just heard it in school… not like it happened to me or anything (laughs awkwardly) anyhow I'm going to check out Girlfriend number 9. It has been a month, which is awfully long for Daniel.
(Greg causally opens the door to Daz's bedroom)
Greg: Alright Daniel!
(Daz is busy banging a girl)
Daz: AH! Greg! Fucking hell, privacy ring a bell! (as Joey walks in) Oh fuck it, you might as well meet the babe I'm banging.
(Girl turns to face them, Greg is repulsed, she has the face of pig and flabby body, along with torn chavvy clothing and earrings)
Joey: Ugh she's hideous.
Girl: I'm Uraz by the way…
Greg: Ursula, I'm guessin'?
Girl: Yep i…
Greg:… am a typical fat chav, yep been there dealt with those girlfriends, can't be rat arsed to bond with y'all.
Daz: I met her on that internet dating site and now…
Joey: Bet yew did, bet yew (points to Uraz) used one of those photos of a supermodel to lure Daz well Daniel here, to yew and now because he seriously cannot keep it in his pants, he fucked yew anyway because despite your messed up face, you have a fanny.
Greg: Were right, you're wrong, I know it all Daniel, we all do, well were going to get dinner see y'all later.
(He and Joey leave the room… Greg has to feed a whinging Lake and him and Joey help themselves to scarps of dinner and begin to watch a football game…)
Joey: I still don't get this game.
Greg: I love it, it's soccer Joey! They just call it football over here, for some weird reason.
Joey: Well, I preferred our version of football.
Greg: I suppose, (after a long pause in the conversation as they watch the game) you miss home Joey?
Joey: Yeah… it kills being homesick, doesn't it?
Greg: I guess.
(The game ends, a few hours later)
Greg: (stretching) Well I'm going to bed. I'm, as Daniel would say, fucking shattered.
(He goes to his room there are now two single beds in the room, one for him and one for Joey, Greg sleeps fairly easily another day in Mortdale down…)
(and a limited number of days too come)