And Then It Hit Me - The Perfect Way To Be Cool Without Looking Like a Prat

Author's Note: Though this may be based on real life people and from my own perspective, this is a fictional story. It's just a typical life thing...oh, and it's based about five weeks from now. (but that'll probably change >.>). Also, for those who don't know, this year public senior schools in England break up around the 23rd of July before the summer holidays start.

Also for those who don't know, people in England don't all talk like they're from the bloody Victorian ages...unfortunately.

Content Begins:

Friday, July 23rd - 1.40pm
Southern England

There was a lot of noise and kerfuffle, as per usual.

Hmm, kerfuffle, that's an awesome word.

School days normally end quite loudly and with some jubilation; the end of the year however, some what more...urm, shall we say...

Kerfuffley?

Yes, kerfuffley, let's say that.

As always, we rushed to meet our friend and left the god forsaken yard as quickly as possible. You could here around you all the outlandish things people planned to do when they got home:

"Yeah, I'm totally havin' a wa'er fight at the park. Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm gonna go on'na bike ride 'long the canal... you comin' Stace?"

"Can't, I'm like going to town with my mates today, maybe next week yeah?"

"Sure, I'll text 'ya!"

Of course, they were all probably going home to surf the Internet for endless hours.

Or play X-Box.

Or "chat" on MSN.

Then again, who am I to talk?

"Hey, Al?" (As in Alice, not Alfred or Alfonse or whatever)

"Hm...?"

"I was wondering, do you want to meet at the park?"

It was a revelation; when was the last social activity I attended again?

A pause.

"I'd obviously have to talk to my parents about it..."

"Yeah, 's'cool."

It's cool, Hannah, it's cool. Since when were you a chav?

Point taken me, point taken.

The walk home with my friends involved the same general conversation as usual. I won't go into details, it's confusing enough even if your in on the jokes.

2.20pm

Home sweet bloody home! I thought to myself, falling back on the sofa and turning on the television (seriously, who'd go for that water fight crap anyway?), awaiting Alice's call.

I flicked through the TV guide, desperately looking for a good old British panel show. No such luck.

Skipping over the children's tele without a second glance, I put on some old documentary about how the Earth was going to implode if we so much as looked at petrol. I stifled a yawn. I don't remember science being this boring.

I was saved by the ring tone.

Snatching the phone of it's cradle, I threw a greeting down the phone:

"Y'ello?"

"Hi, it's Alice, I can like...come to the park and stuff."

"Sweet," I replied - even though I'd completely forgotten about my earlier proposition, I love my sieve like memory- "I guess I'll see you there then!"

"Urm yeah, cool...Bye I guess," Alice stuttered. I can't blame her, I fail at talking to people down the phone too.

"Yeah, bye."

Hanging up, I sighed. Then realised I now had to walk 15 mintues to the park.

Shit.

Content Ends

Okay, so now that's over with, I'd better translate the speech patterns I fail at typing:

wa'er - water (apparently people these days have the inability to pronounce "t")

y'ello? - Yes, Hello? (Pronounced like "yellow", and at the beginning of a conversation makes exactly the same amount of sense)

All the others should be obvious, but I'm here to translate if you don't speak English or whatever >.>

I'll post more when I can be arsed.

Also, I have no friends called Alice.

-Hannah