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Jenna's Deathwish
Birthday Girl
“Come on Jenna, make a wish!” I shouted as I eyed my best friend’s chocolate cake with a grin.
“Alright Eleanora let me think of one.” Jenna had a very posh accent for being Scottish. I use to think she was English.
“Yeah! I wunna get into this cake!” Adele, my other best friend, added. She wasn’t as posh when she spoke.
“Okay, okay.” Jenna looked up as if thinking what to wish for, grinned
then blew all twenty-one candles out at once.
It was Saturday, seventh of July two thousand and twelve and Jenna Stevenson’s twenty-first birthday. She was the youngest out of us three as Adele was the oldest, turning twenty-two that August. I was turning twenty-two that September (although if anyone asked I was still nineteen).
“I.D please?” The bartender grunted as I asked for three Jack Daniels and Coke.
I whipped my shiny pink driver’s licence out and gave him a cheeky wink. He grinned as he made the drinks.
The three of us sat in the corner of Sportsters bar at eleven o’clock at night. The bar was crowded with drunken men and slutty girls from the nightclub City next door. Don’t get me wrong-I mean I’m sure some of them were lovely girls. It’s just, well, the three of us don’t quite fit in with them type of people. My cousin, Burjojo, was working as a barman and brought Jenna’s cake over to our table.
We started the party in Jenna’s house, then Weatherspoons, then headed to Behind The Wall-two relatively posh bars. Then we ended up in Sportsters drunk out our tits. It suddenly became deserted as everyone disappeared into City. Some special DJ was playing that night. We decided to leave. That nightclub wasn’t our scene at all.
“Come on girls! Party back at mine!” Jenna swung her bag dangerously around her head and stumbled in her Ironfist heels towards the bus station.
I had a pretty normal life, I guess. The three of us lived together in Edinburgh and were studying marine biology at the city’s Napier University. I moved from Bonnybridge, a small town in Falkirk, Central Scotland. Bonnybridge is the ‘U.F.O capital of Scotland’. I lived there for nineteen years and hadn’t seen a single trace of a U.F.O
We had twenty minutes to kill for the last bus back to Jenna’s so we headed to our old hangout spot-the Falkirk Bandstand.
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The sky was as black as coal, the silver moon bigger than what should be normal. Not a cloud to be seen. We arrived at the bandstand and sat on its railings.
Adele blared a song out her phone and we started dancing and singing along to Anarchy In The UK by Sex Pistols:
‘Right! NOW! ha ha ha ha ha
I am an anti-christ
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I
I wanna BE anarchy!
No dogs body!
Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
your future dream is a shopping scheme
cos I, I wanna BE anarchy!
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy cos I
I wanna BE anarchy!
THE ONLY WAY TO BE!
Is this the M.P.L.A
Or is this the U.D.A
Or is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the U.K or just
another country
another council tenancy
I wanna be anarchy
and I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean
And I wanna be anarchist!
Get PISSED DESTROY !’
“Alright Eleanora let me think of one.” Jenna had a very posh accent for being Scottish. I use to think she was English.
“Yeah! I wunna get into this cake!” Adele, my other best friend, added. She wasn’t as posh when she spoke.
“Okay, okay.” Jenna looked up as if thinking what to wish for, grinned
then blew all twenty-one candles out at once.
It was Saturday, seventh of July two thousand and twelve and Jenna Stevenson’s twenty-first birthday. She was the youngest out of us three as Adele was the oldest, turning twenty-two that August. I was turning twenty-two that September (although if anyone asked I was still nineteen).
“I.D please?” The bartender grunted as I asked for three Jack Daniels and Coke.
I whipped my shiny pink driver’s licence out and gave him a cheeky wink. He grinned as he made the drinks.
The three of us sat in the corner of Sportsters bar at eleven o’clock at night. The bar was crowded with drunken men and slutty girls from the nightclub City next door. Don’t get me wrong-I mean I’m sure some of them were lovely girls. It’s just, well, the three of us don’t quite fit in with them type of people. My cousin, Burjojo, was working as a barman and brought Jenna’s cake over to our table.
We started the party in Jenna’s house, then Weatherspoons, then headed to Behind The Wall-two relatively posh bars. Then we ended up in Sportsters drunk out our tits. It suddenly became deserted as everyone disappeared into City. Some special DJ was playing that night. We decided to leave. That nightclub wasn’t our scene at all.
“Come on girls! Party back at mine!” Jenna swung her bag dangerously around her head and stumbled in her Ironfist heels towards the bus station.
I had a pretty normal life, I guess. The three of us lived together in Edinburgh and were studying marine biology at the city’s Napier University. I moved from Bonnybridge, a small town in Falkirk, Central Scotland. Bonnybridge is the ‘U.F.O capital of Scotland’. I lived there for nineteen years and hadn’t seen a single trace of a U.F.O
We had twenty minutes to kill for the last bus back to Jenna’s so we headed to our old hangout spot-the Falkirk Bandstand.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
The sky was as black as coal, the silver moon bigger than what should be normal. Not a cloud to be seen. We arrived at the bandstand and sat on its railings.
Adele blared a song out her phone and we started dancing and singing along to Anarchy In The UK by Sex Pistols:
‘Right! NOW! ha ha ha ha ha
I am an anti-christ
I am an anarchist
Don't know what I want but
I know how to get it
I wanna destroy the passer by cos I
I wanna BE anarchy!
No dogs body!
Anarchy for the U.K it's coming sometime and maybe
I give a wrong time stop a traffic line
your future dream is a shopping scheme
cos I, I wanna BE anarchy!
In the city
How many ways to get what you want
I use the best I use the rest
I use the enemy
I use anarchy cos I
I wanna BE anarchy!
THE ONLY WAY TO BE!
Is this the M.P.L.A
Or is this the U.D.A
Or is this the I.R.A
I thought it was the U.K or just
another country
another council tenancy
I wanna be anarchy
and I wanna be anarchy
Know what I mean
And I wanna be anarchist!
Get PISSED DESTROY !’