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Hi. I've just started this piece of writing that I think it going quite well, but I'd like to get another persons opinion before continuing with it! Ive posted it on all these story review sites but they don't seem to help very much! Please help, dont have to read all of it obviously!
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I Hate Rock 'n' Roll - The Jesus & Mary Chain.
I'm not going to tell you my name. I'm not a writer. I'm not anything really. I'm a student. I'm eighteen years old. I live with my parents. I live near Glasgow. And this is my story. So far.
The Way I Walk - The Cramps.
My top song for walking down the street when something good happens. This "something good" usually involves a girl in one way or another. This "something good" usually ends up being "something bad".
Lets start off at the beginning. Well not the beginning. But a beginning. Sixth year of high school, 16 years old. I was one of the youngest in my year, having a '91 birthday as opposed to a '90 birthday. My friends were all 17, and this story starts the day after one of those friends had had sex.
My friends - Nick and Duncan. Nick had been having sex for a year previously, but that was okay, because the two of us had not. Duncan had a girlfriend, he had done for around four months, he had just had sex. The particular moment we found out was a friday afternoon. We were walking to Nick's due to a free afternoon of school. After he told us, there was suddenly a 2v1 situation. Not peer pressure, more annoyingly cocky jokes. Nothing serious. But I had an ego, I have an ego and I wasn't going to let them, or Richard Branson and his ridiculous name for a company, have one over on me. Sounds stupid? Most boys that age know the feeling.
Skip a day later. Saturday Night.
At a party in my local town, Barrhead. No one too familiar is here. A party involving a different school, but i'm there, because I know the host.
Skip a few hours later.
Drunk. Parties pretty much dead, most people have gone home, rest have passed out. All thats left is myself and a random girl I didnt know till now. She's currently unbuttoning my jeans.
This is how I "became a man".
I got drunk, and hooked up with a random. Problems arose at first - well arose may not be the best word to use. But eventually it happened. Over-rated, but good for the ego nonetheless.
Walk On The Wild Side - Lou Reed.
Walking home, same clothes on. Already cast away the used rubber, another ego boost. Already text every guy I know. That girl would haunt me for... well till now, but that'll develop later.
Skip a few weeks later.
Looking For A Kiss - New York Dolls.
Girlfriend. Not my first. Not my last. But my first since i'd discovered sex, and therefore, meaningful relationships. Her name is Emily. She is blonde. I like blondes. She is small. I like small. I hope they like small too. I met Emily at a gig of mine. I'm in a band. This was our first gig. It was shit. Emily and I had a good relationship... We'd go walks in the park. We'd go to the cinema and watch whatever she picked. We'd occasionally go out for dinner. Once. I didn't have a job. We'd try to have sex in my room while my parents were downstairs. I thought we were good at this. Then one day my Dad - whose one of these Dads that think there the funniest men in the world, he’s usually the funniest guy in the room - pointed out the fact that every time I entered my room I'd have my T-shirt on the right way, but when I came out it would be inside out. I tried to explain it was one of these things, like in the movies when cigarettes magically jump from one hand to the other and back again. He didn't buy it.
After around six months, the relationship became too much. Too much as a 16 year old boy, or 17 as I was now, basicly meant that arguments had started arising. Arguments as far as I seen it did not happen in relationships, arguments were pre-breakup warm ups. However, I continued to stay with Emily for a further two or three months.
Why?
I Know It's Over - The Smiths
Mostly it was due to the fact her fifth year exams were coming up, and I didn't want to - well Nick and Duncan convinced me that I didn't want to - break up with her near that time and ruin her future. I think it was more the fact that I hadn't yet developed that part of myself, that minuscule part of myself, that enjoys a break up.
It was during these two months that I listened to nothing more than The Smiths. My personal favourites being 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore' and 'I Know It's Over'. Occasionally, when in the state of mind that I felt like I was stuck with Emily for life, anger took me moreso than depression. This is when I would listen to songs such as 'Music When The Lights Go Out' by the Libertines and more obviously 'I Don't Like You Anymore' by The Last Shadow Puppets. Furthermore, I would broadcast the fact I was listening to these songs by means
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I Hate Rock 'n' Roll - The Jesus & Mary Chain.
I'm not going to tell you my name. I'm not a writer. I'm not anything really. I'm a student. I'm eighteen years old. I live with my parents. I live near Glasgow. And this is my story. So far.
The Way I Walk - The Cramps.
My top song for walking down the street when something good happens. This "something good" usually involves a girl in one way or another. This "something good" usually ends up being "something bad".
Lets start off at the beginning. Well not the beginning. But a beginning. Sixth year of high school, 16 years old. I was one of the youngest in my year, having a '91 birthday as opposed to a '90 birthday. My friends were all 17, and this story starts the day after one of those friends had had sex.
My friends - Nick and Duncan. Nick had been having sex for a year previously, but that was okay, because the two of us had not. Duncan had a girlfriend, he had done for around four months, he had just had sex. The particular moment we found out was a friday afternoon. We were walking to Nick's due to a free afternoon of school. After he told us, there was suddenly a 2v1 situation. Not peer pressure, more annoyingly cocky jokes. Nothing serious. But I had an ego, I have an ego and I wasn't going to let them, or Richard Branson and his ridiculous name for a company, have one over on me. Sounds stupid? Most boys that age know the feeling.
Skip a day later. Saturday Night.
At a party in my local town, Barrhead. No one too familiar is here. A party involving a different school, but i'm there, because I know the host.
Skip a few hours later.
Drunk. Parties pretty much dead, most people have gone home, rest have passed out. All thats left is myself and a random girl I didnt know till now. She's currently unbuttoning my jeans.
This is how I "became a man".
I got drunk, and hooked up with a random. Problems arose at first - well arose may not be the best word to use. But eventually it happened. Over-rated, but good for the ego nonetheless.
Walk On The Wild Side - Lou Reed.
Walking home, same clothes on. Already cast away the used rubber, another ego boost. Already text every guy I know. That girl would haunt me for... well till now, but that'll develop later.
Skip a few weeks later.
Looking For A Kiss - New York Dolls.
Girlfriend. Not my first. Not my last. But my first since i'd discovered sex, and therefore, meaningful relationships. Her name is Emily. She is blonde. I like blondes. She is small. I like small. I hope they like small too. I met Emily at a gig of mine. I'm in a band. This was our first gig. It was shit. Emily and I had a good relationship... We'd go walks in the park. We'd go to the cinema and watch whatever she picked. We'd occasionally go out for dinner. Once. I didn't have a job. We'd try to have sex in my room while my parents were downstairs. I thought we were good at this. Then one day my Dad - whose one of these Dads that think there the funniest men in the world, he’s usually the funniest guy in the room - pointed out the fact that every time I entered my room I'd have my T-shirt on the right way, but when I came out it would be inside out. I tried to explain it was one of these things, like in the movies when cigarettes magically jump from one hand to the other and back again. He didn't buy it.
After around six months, the relationship became too much. Too much as a 16 year old boy, or 17 as I was now, basicly meant that arguments had started arising. Arguments as far as I seen it did not happen in relationships, arguments were pre-breakup warm ups. However, I continued to stay with Emily for a further two or three months.
Why?
I Know It's Over - The Smiths
Mostly it was due to the fact her fifth year exams were coming up, and I didn't want to - well Nick and Duncan convinced me that I didn't want to - break up with her near that time and ruin her future. I think it was more the fact that I hadn't yet developed that part of myself, that minuscule part of myself, that enjoys a break up.
It was during these two months that I listened to nothing more than The Smiths. My personal favourites being 'That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore' and 'I Know It's Over'. Occasionally, when in the state of mind that I felt like I was stuck with Emily for life, anger took me moreso than depression. This is when I would listen to songs such as 'Music When The Lights Go Out' by the Libertines and more obviously 'I Don't Like You Anymore' by The Last Shadow Puppets. Furthermore, I would broadcast the fact I was listening to these songs by means