being such a racist git! And after convincing him to come with me to the club, he really impressed me.
He was dancing like I’ve never seen him dance before! All gymnastic moves, back handsprings and
cartwheels! I’ve never been more proud of him and he knew it! At times I wonder why I love him,
and times like this remind me why, he loves me and will anything to make me happy.
Later on he got into a bit of an argument with some guy in the club. As soon as I saw them, I was
worried. Did the guy have a knife, or worse still, a gun? What were they fighting about? Would they
end up in a punch up? Then he came back to me and the boys; who were sitting with the girls that I
had met earlier, he said that we were to go and when we got outside, the topic of conversation turned
to what had happened in the club, that’s when I found out that the guy had been a drug-pusher and
that Martin had told him where to go. At that moment I felt both relieved and worried at the same
time. So there really were drug pushers around, and they were practically on our doorstep. What
happened if one got violent after being told where to go, no one would help us out, they’d be too
scared? Would they pull out a gun or a knife? Would it end with us dying? If they were everywhere,
would that mean that we couldn’t go out anywhere?
Then the boys started talking about Martin’s dance moves. I’d forgotten that he was a great gymnast.
From the look upon his face, I knew that he knew that I was proud of him.
When we got to my road, Matthew and Mark stopped at the top of it and Martin walked me to the
tree, so that he could get his goodnight kiss. Then he his hands started going everywhere, so I stamped
on his foot, not too hard, just to warn him to not try his luck. After his kiss I walked into the house. In
short, it wasn’t a bad night.
Matthew’s diary.
Tonight wasn’t a bad night. We went out with Natalie- Martin’s girlfriend and ended up in a rap club,
of all places. When Natalie suggested it we were all a bit shocked that she would suggest that we go
into a RAP club. I mean, it’s a black people’s place. Mark and I kept our mouths shut, but Martin, he
just came straight out with it. You know, refusing to go and all, sounding really racist in the process.
Natalie said that she can’t believe that he’d be so racist, and that she’d go by herself, if he didn’t go
with her. I was surprised; I thought that they’d have a full blown argument and break up, there and
then. In the end, Martin went; dragging us along with him, as per usual. I actually enjoyed myself.
Then Martin got into an argument, and then he got us and left. When I asked him what it was about,
he told me that a drugs pusher was offering him stuff and that he got mad when he told him to get lost.
That got me thinking, no-where’s actually safe anymore. You can’t go out and be certain that you’ll
end up going home in one piece, if at all. Then after Martin dropped Natalie off, we made our way
home, taking the short cut through the estate. Then a guy martin knows offered him a lift. I said no
and left, but I think Mark and Martin went with him, I hope their all right, the driver looked like he
was stoned. And that’s made me think, as of now; I’m not doing anything that could get me into
trouble. I’m going to do what I think I should do, no matter what anyone else says.
Martin’s diary.
Wow, I’m so confused. I’m in a hospital bed and my face looks like a mountain. Why did I get into
that car? Why didn’t I realise that the wheels were nicked? I shouldn’t have got into the car, I should
have followed Matthew and gone home, I would have been fine. I went in the car with Mark, Pete-
who’s now dead, and Apache- the driver who ended up fine and is now arrested; he’ll probably end up
in Juvie. Mark got let out today, he’s not too bad and will be fine in no time. I’ve got a face that’ll
never be the same and a load of cuts and bruises that should heal. I wonder what everyone will think
of me when I go back to school. Will Natalie hate me now? I bet she won’t want to go out with me
anymore. She could have anyone she wants, she won’t want me. Matthew and Mark won’t want to
know me anymore either, what will they have to say to me now? They’re normal, whilst I’ll never be
normal again. I’ll definitely have plastic surgery, maybe then I’ll look nearly normal. Life will never
be the same again. I don’t see the point of trying to make it normal, when it’s not.