Monologue of a young boy Essay

*Kicks his foot dinner gown up against the house wall*I never used to be able to do this. I passel do it without delay though obviously. Me and my dad worn out(p) a solid afternoon practising my kicking. The side of your foot it goes long, the tip of your foot it goes high. he would say. I never got what he meant at first. I could kick it far but not high. The first time I went to kick it high bid dad told me to, I fell over onto my natural covering. It really hurt. My eyes were watering but my dad al courses told me that big boys dont cry. He grabbed the ball finish me and booted it higher than my bedroom windowI cant remember the last time me and dad spent the day together. Hes always working, or down the pub, or pass out with his fancy bird Jenny.*George doesnt kick the ball in time and it rolls behind him. He puts his finger up into the var.*Emirates Stadium. Dad got us 2 tickets for the Arsenal v Man U match. Well 3 actually. Jenny came. She wouldnt stop moaning David, Im cold. David, how long until we can go home? David. David. David. The moaning ruined it. She ruined it. The exclusively time she shut up was when dad had his tongue half way down her throat.*Puts his fingers down his throat* BLERGHHe never used to do that with mom. They would always shout a lot. When I would go to bed I used to have to put my pillow over my head so I couldnt hear them. It didnt help. It sounded ilk I was to a lower place water and they were squawking corresponding seagulls.*Shakes his head to get rid of the memories*She can do much better than dad. Shes really pretty and comprises the best give up on toast EVER She puts that Worcestershire sauce on it. Mr Spink didnt like it when he tried it though.Mr Spink is my teacher at school. He got a public press on my mom. When me and mom went to parents evening he kept giving her wrong un eyes. mamma didnt like him that much. She was doing her youre a very becoming man.but no salute. While he was chatting mom up, I snuck off and changed the bell clock so it rang for the next parents to have their meeting. Mom spy me by the bell as she left. She winked, took my hand and we walked to the car, not looking back at Mr Spink. Cheeky Monkey. She said to me as she got into the car with a grin on her vitrine. I asked her if she fancied Mr Spink. She said I was as buggy as Granny Cat showcase.*Rolls his eyes*Shes dads mom. Shes really called Ermintrude but me and mom call her Cat Face because shes spent so much time with her evil cat-o-nine-tailss that her face always looks like a cats when its clean drank some milk thats slightly off.*Makes a face like Granny Cat Faces. He scrunches up his mouth *We went elaborate for Sunday dinner a while ago and she started trying to handgrip one of those annoying teeny tiny flies that fly into your face in her big meaty hands. She looked just like a cat clawing a ball of yarn. Me and mom couldnt stop laughing. We havent been invited back since.Moms m aking dinner now. Chicken nuggets, chips and beans. Mom doesnt make fancy food. Dad used to moan to the highest degree always having the same food. I dont. I like white-livered nuggets. Mom doesnt seem to be as angry now as she was when dad was a pear-shaped. Her hair used to go all curly and her cheeks would go red but not now. Now she looks pretty and wears make up and has hair like David Beckhams wife.*Georges phone vibrates. He checks his phone* wands going to come and knock for me at 1 oclock so we can go and lend football round his. His big sisters so cool.*Looks up at the camera then carries on kicking the ball*Shes called Kate and shes 17. She spiked mine and truncheons hair for us. so she had to take some pictures of us for her beauty course. We started modelling in the garden for her. My foot got caught under one of the concrete slabs and I fell over. Billys sister took me inside, cleaned my cut and put a plaster on it. She said I was really brave and even the best mod els buy the farm over at times.I dont like Billys mom though. She makes me eat me eat vegetables when I go round and always asks how moms coping without dad and if theyre going to get back together. I hope they dont. They werent very happy. Its a bit sad not seeing both of them on my birthday but I get 2 scads of presents. And besides, mom said her and dad both love me but its just hard to stay together when you argue so much.*The verge bell rings*Billys at the door so I better go. Dont want to keep Kate postponement do I?