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CLEAN CUT MISFIT "Jason, it's for you!" called Mrs Davis from downstairs. Jason opened an eye. He groaned. Mrs Davis walked up the stairs with the cordless telephone in her hand. Jason opened the other eye. Mrs Davis opened Jason's bedroom, only to find him lying on the floor in a heap. She looked up, and rolled her eyes at Jason's blue curtains, closed. Jason had fallen out of bed, and was lying on the floor, on top of his quilt. "Come on, get up!" Mrs Davis was stood above Jason like a giant. She reached down and handed him the phone. Jason took the phone from his mother, and, still half asleep, put it to his ear. "Hello?" "Dude, you have to come out today!" It was David, Jason's best friend. He seemed really excited about something. "What's so special about today? Aren't we having a band practise?" Jason was in a band with David, and another one of his friends, Jim. Jim didn't go to their school, but David and Jim were friends at primary school and had kept in touch. In their band, Jason played the drums, David played guitar, and Jim played bass guitar and sang. They were hopeless, but they had big plans and ambitions. They had a practise every Saturday in Jason's garage, where his drum kit was kept. "No, go to Tesco," Jason found this a little bit odd. "Why Tesco?" he asked, completely surprised. ""We need to buy some milk for Jim's mum!" replied David. "It's a special mission! Hurry up!" Jason thought he heard laughter in the background, but he realised that he was still half asleep and assumed that he had dreamed it. He ignored it. After arguing about David having woken Jason up too early, they agreed to meet at Tesco at eleven O' clock. Jason would ask his father to give him a lift. ...read more.


Jason still found Sam's voice annoying. He tried to get Sam's attention, but Sam ignored him, so Jason tapped him on the shoulder a couple of times. In what have been only about 2 seconds, Sam's face took on a dark look, his fists tightened; he wrapped his wallet chain around his hand and turned around slowly. Jason cowered instinctively. Sam's fist, wrapped in the chain, loudly made contact with the back of Jason's head. Jason stood up and fell forward. He tried to stand up whilst simultaneously he was falling from the impact of Sam's blow to the head. He steadied himself, whirled round to face his company, tears in his eyes. Words deserted him. He backed away, holding his head, his mouth open in disbelief. A lifetime of painful silence followed, until Jason finally spoke. Four words only escaped his lips: "I quit the band" He spun around and stormed off, still clutching his head. Jeering laughter and abuse followed his departure. Jason called his father and was taken home, where he spent the rest of the day. He watched TV, played on the family's computer and his PlayStation 2. He couldn't get the events of the previous day out of his head. He was constantly thinking about it. Jason tried to forget about it, and decided to turn his back on his so-called "friends", just as they had done to him. That night, a Sunday, Jason packed his bag for school, dreading what David and Sam would say to him. That morning, Jason woke himself up with nervous energy. He looked at the clock. "Half six?" he cried. "How early?" Unable to get back to sleep, he jumped out of bed and went to get a shower. After his shower, her got dressed in his school uniform, which he had always hated. "Morning, Dad!" Jason yelled, as he walked down the stairs for breakfast. ...read more.


"What is the matter with you, dude?" Steve asked. Since starting to hang around with Jason, Steve had also picked up the word "dude". "We've been through 'Seven Nation Army' three times, and you still haven't remembered where the solo is." "I know, but I keep thinking about David." "Why, are you in love with him or something?" laughed Chris, from behind the kit. "No! But he might have got alcohol poisoning." Silence. Chris and Steve were befuddled. Finally, Steve spoke: "What?" "Yeah, I didn't know how either," Jason said. "I didn't think they were that involved." "No, I mean, why do you care?" Jason was taken aback by this question from Steve. "I mean, he turned his back on you when you needed a friend the most." He beckoned towards Chris. "We wouldn't do that." "Thanks you guys, and you're right. He brought it on himself. Not my problem." With his mind set at rest, the band, continued their practise, and everything went perfectly. They learnt three new songs, and were contemplating organising a gig. Jason asked Chris and Steve if they wanted to stay the night. They both agreed. The next day, they practised the songs they had learned, until they had them almost perfect. Jason was especially pleased, and once again, F.O.S. was the priority. School wasn't nearly so bad that week, as Jason's mind was completely off the subject that had plagued him since its occurrence. He didn't even notice that David wasn't at school all week. When he realised, he was instantly worried, but shrugged it off. After all, what had David done to redeem himself? Nothing, thought Jason. When he got home on Friday, Jason was in one of the best moods that he had ever been in. His life seemed to be running smoothly, his band was getting increasingly better during the course of the weeks they had been in existence. Then he saw the local newspaper open on the table. It had a picture of David on it: "Local Teenager Dead From Alcohol Poisoning" Nathan Davenport Original Writing Coursework ...read more.

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