Sam's 19th Birthday: What could happen .............

Assignment A

GCSE - English

Sam’s 19th Birthday :

What could happen ………….

“Oh no” said Liam “ Sam’s passed out…. again” He carried on while rolling his eyes “ It’s your turn to wake him up I think George”. George turned his head around ignoring the TV for the first time in 5 hours.

“ Huh?” being his usual talkative self “ What you want now? They’re about to show David Brent again”. Liam, also known as Limpit to his closer friends, turned on a sixpence saying, “If you don’t wake up Sam, that pizza will become stuck to his face permanently.” He nodded towards a slumped Sam whose head was immersed in a mixture of pizza dough, cheese and tomato sauce along with a few stray beans on the side. George propped himself up trying to get a better look at Sam’s head, which was by now slowly sinking further and further into the pizza dough. Peering around, George saw his younger brother Elliot with his legs behind his head trying to drink a bottle of cola at the same time. Liam noticed the expression on George’s face. “Isaac told Elliot that it would clear up his hiccups” he said with a shake of the head and a sigh while clearing up what was left of the birthday cake.

“Where exactly is Isaac, Liam?” George said.

“He’s outside I think talking to Sophie.” As Liam said this he sped past the chair George was in to try in help Elliot pry his legs from behind his head.

“Ah ok, in that case I’d better get up and tidy all this mess up, along with eventually waking Sam up.” George stood up from the chair that looked like it had been used far too much. It was being held together with masking tape and spare bits of wood for splints. While making his way over to Sam, George picked up a spatula, which he hoped would give him some help in getting the remains of that pizza from Sam’s face. He grabbed Sam’s earlobe, which happened to be the only bit of head that wasn’t in the dough. He lifted the gentle giant’s head while using the spatula somehow to prop the head 15 cms above the mush, formally known as Sam’s dinner. George slid the pizza box away from the ever dropping head of Sam just in time to see his best friend’s head hit the coffee table with a bruising “thudump” as the spatula gave way, bending in several places. Still holding the box, George threw it across the room like the typical teenager would, trying to get it into the big bin liner Liam was using to put all the broken glass and cake in. George, not knowing his strength, hurled it past the bin liner and onto the opposite wall watching the tomatoes, strings of cheese, dough and the odd bean slide down the wall into a depressing heap on the newly cleaned laminate floor. Distant groans were being heard across the room as Sam was waking up from the mix of alcohol in his stomach and pizza on his face, looking rather bewildered at what was going on.

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“Erm…. George?” he said while picking the cheese out of his nose. “What happened?” he said looking around the room. He noticed Elliot still having trouble with his leg behind his head, even with the help of Liam putting all sorts of greasy gunk behind his head and on his legs, then turned his head to see cake on one wall and pizza mush on the other.

“Well” George explained “first of all you’ve been passed out on the sofa for the last hour with your head submerged in pizza for most of it. Elliot was told by a ...

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“Well” George explained “first of all you’ve been passed out on the sofa for the last hour with your head submerged in pizza for most of it. Elliot was told by a very helpful Isaac that If he got his legs behind his head and drank the rest of the cola is would make those hiccups of his go away. With Elliot being Elliot he believed him, tried it and got stuck so Liam got the idea of trying to help, but what he really wanted to do was see how much greasy muck he could get in Elliot’s ears, hair and on his new trousers. He hadn’t realised that all he had to do was untie his shoes. So, not much really.” George at that turned around and started hoovering up the pizza again. Sam got up, looked around and saw that Isaac and Sophie weren’t talking anymore as they were before he passed out for the second time that night. They were actually having a very competitive game of thumb wars using both hands. Sam wandered over to the doorway on the living room so he could see Elliot clearer. He chuckled to himself at the way Elliot was positioned. Now he was rolling on the floor trying unsuccessfully to get his arms about his ankles to reach his shoe laces. He looked at his watch since it was almost pitch black in the apartment apart from the odd lamp here and there and the TV being on. He pressed the button above the LCD display on his watch, which would make it speak out the time.

“The time is now thrix tendemffffffff” “ah bugger!” said Sam moving over to a lamp to see what had happened to his watch, it was covered in pizza paste and what smelt like cider. “Great,” he said sarcastically. “The first present broken.” At that he ripped off the watch and chucked it to George who put it in the bin liner. Since it was starting to get cold outside, both Isaac and Sophie, still playing thumb war doubles, made their way waddling awkwardly indoors.

“So, how did all this happen?” Sam said aloud. “I can’t remember a fupping thing”.

“Well” Sophie said breaking up the thumb wars and exclaiming to Isaac that she won and that’s that, told Sam “ The whole story goes like this really” she took the seat that George had previously occupied.

“We all arrived at just before midnight I think it was due to someone’s car braking down three times.” She said while looking at George “Anyway, to cut a long story short, we got here just before midnight like I said and you had already been having a private birthday tipple for one as you called it. George ordered in some pizza for us to eat and a lot of cola because we were all thirsty. Isaac had the smart idea of making you a cake since no one was nice enough to make one so he set off to do that, which explains the mess in the kitchen. Elliot ate what was left in your fridge. George started to play football indoors and miss kicked the ball as he went to pass to Elliot. He slipped and the ball went all over the place, breaking a few glasses. That explains the glass being everywhere and the flat football by the front door.” Sophie stood up to open the window because she was finding it too hot inside. She didn’t realise that there was leftover cake that George and Liam missed picking up and missed it on the way over to the window. However, on the way back she stepped in it, slipped and fell onto the house cat, Timothy. Timothy, George’s oldest friend for 11 good long years, had his life flash annoyingly before his eyes. While watching this Timothy started to count up how many of his nine lives he had already used up.

“Erm 1, 2, 3, 4…5? Phew ok I’ve got 4 well no 3 left now that’s ok.” At that he pulled himself up from underneath Sophie and the remaining cake, swished his tail and went off looking for George craving a bit of attention for his partly flattened body. Sophie, confused at how the cat remained alive after what just happened got up, brushed the icing out of her hair and picked up from where she left off with telling Sam what else had happened.

“To be honest with you, that’s it, total chaos.” She stopped briefly as she remembered what happened with Isaacs cake.

“There is the small matter of the birthday cake that Isaac was making. While he was baking, it started to overflow in the oven and he must have done something to it because when he opened up the oven door it exploded all over the place, plastering the walls, ceiling and himself with cake mix and the icing that was in his hand at the time.”

“Bath City, League Cup winners for the second time in a row!” the TV roared, breaking the silence that had once again entered the room.

“Scot Partridge, even without the aid of new boy Sam Buckley, still managed to get 2 goals in the last dying minutes to make it 3-2 to Bath City”

“ NO!!!” shouted Sam from across the room, not believing what he just heard “I missed the game! How could this happen to me?” He looked over to the bottles of beer and cider.

“That could have been me,” he sobbed “I’m never EVER drinking again.” Ever so quietly and slowly everyone: Isaac, Liam, Sophie, George and Elliot, still with his legs behind his head, made their way out and into the cold night, leaving Sam to himself once again to look over what had been and what could have been.

The End