As he walked down the street people started staring at him in a strange way. Finally 2 boys came up to him, Keith looked up at the staggering height of the boys, they were black with their jogging bottoms down to their waist and pants up to their belly-buttons, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other.
"Hey shorty", boomed one of the yuppies, Keith recognized they were yuppies from the flick knife one of the boys had sticking out of his pocket, and the way each one started on every person that walked by. “Where do you think you are going with that babies drink, I think you should have some fun, I hate milk, my dad died in a milk factory, pure calcium poured on him followed by water, burns everywhere. I lost my way to get smack, and now I see you drinking milk, that’s bad for you kid, very bad.” With those words Keith shook, he knew that they where either going to beat him or give him drug.
Drugs are terrible things Keith said to himself as he saw them coming towards him with a needle.”Kid", the deep harsh voice boomed again.”You have two choices, either drink this drink or take the medicine”. Keith thought long and hard and decided to drink the beer. He knew that the drugs could kill him, but the drink would only kill in time if he had lots of it.
As he finished the drink the yuppie boomed to him again,”kid, if you come on this road again don’t drink milk”. Keith feeling dizzy and wobbly staggered home and told his mum. She phoned the police straight away, after about 5 minutes on the phone she slammed it down and cursed at it, as Keith’s mum explained to him what the officer said she nearly fainted.
“Keith, I am afraid that the police can’t do anything as they need witnesses to stand up in court and say it was them. So far every time they have been to court the witness has either been killed or withdrawn his statement, they know it was the yuppies but there has been no evidence to prosecute them.
1 Month later from being trapped in their house just incase the yuppies came after Keith again, they came out quickly got into the removal van and sped off. Never taking any chances of Keith being ill treated again they moved in to a tiny village called canvas in Wales where no yuppies where their to hurt Keith again.
16 years later Keith moved into his own house with a wife and kids in Somerville and became an undercover officer to catch the druggies and clean up the streets, whilst his mother and father lived in Wales for the rest of their married life.
Michael
Shipley