Boyfriend Trouble (1982)
By Canonette
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"Keep your fucking hands off Mark Thompson."
Tracey grabbed me by the hair and spun me round to face her. She had taken me completely by surprise: ambushing me as I walked to Helen's house, clutching a paper bag of chips.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked her, "Cut them off?"
She laughed, and I knew then that she wouldn't hit me. It was a trick I'd learned from years of being bullied at school.
Now that I was out of danger, I felt bored. I sat down on a wall and waited for her to continue. It seemed that I had inadvertently stolen Tracey's boyfriend. I wasn't bothered: she could keep him. I certainly didn't want to get a beating because of him, especially not from the rather robust Tracey Lam.
Poor Tracey, rumour had it that she had masturbated the family pet, an Alsation dog, as a drunken dare. Her life was blighted by this mistake, and the boys from school would hound her to tears of shame, by barking at her as she walked past. Despite this achilles' heel, she was quite a forceful girl and I didn't want to get on the wrong side of her.
I had copped off with Tommo at a party and we had seen each other a few times since. Nothing heavy: after all, I was only twelve. We would sit in his bedroom listening to records by The Jam and The Who while he told me about his day at work.
He was a seventeen year old Mod and worked in a light bulb factory. I admired him for his American parka and purple Lambretta (painted "Rock on Plum" he would proudy inform me). Still, I was happy to relinquish this relationship, interesting as it was, for the sake of peace with Tracey.
"I'm sorry, Tracey," I said, " I didn't know he was already seeing you."
I offered her a chip as a parting gift.
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Love it! There aren't many
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really enjoyed this one too.
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Pick of the day
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Great piece, Canonette, keep
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I'd like to see more of
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Tommo's a two-faced,
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We're a nice lot, mostly.
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Nicely done. Keep coming
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Nicely done. Keep coming
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Great! Can see the scene.
Parson Thru
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She had taken me completely
She had taken me completely by ...I'd get rid of the completely. Reads better without it.
It was a trick I'd learned from years of being bullied at school...what was? Explain.
from the rather robust ...again I'd lose the rather.
she had masturbated the family pet,...yes, that's not something peers would forget in a hurry...or the dog.
He was a seventeen year old...good god didn't his parents intervene. My eldest has been with his wife for twelve years and married for nine. but when they met she was fourteen and he was nineteen. I hated it and did everything I could to stop it, it caused a huge rift between us. I was wrong, they are devoted and stable with three lovely kids ... but that's a fluke, I should have been right.
Another fantastic little snippet of childhood angst. Keep `em coming.
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Just addressing the length
Just addressing the length issue...though it's not an issue. Thank god for the new two five word alowance,I've trawled through some full length novels on here in one hit. I kid you not, entire novels posted on one submission and some haven't been anywhere near the standard of this. These are fast, they're fresh and they are very easy snapshot reading. A tail is as long as the animal needs it to be and a tale is as long as a tale is.
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