Posted Tue Jul 28, 2015 | 204 Words | Tagged story chav

I got on the first bus that turned up. I was really tried and just hoped I got on the right one. I was almost falling asleep at how tired I was and just sat down at the back waiting to hopefully get off at the right stop.

When I noticed the bus taking the wrong turn I realised something was wrong. I waited for the next stop, just so I could try and get myself to the right place,

“Mate you ok?”

Oh no, I had to get on a bus full of chavs as well, what a wonderful end to the week.

“Mate, you sure you’re alright? You look a little outa it”

I felt something on my head, and I turn round to see who had done it. Great, a typical chav.

“You like that don’tcha mate?”

In fact yeah, it was great. I think. I couldn’t really remember. He started chatting about some shit, I don’t really remember what. All I remember was my trackies appearing and feelin all comfy and that. I felt me jacket appear as well. I remembered gettin on the bus with me mate Jason. Fukkin hell it’d be a hard week, can hardly rememba anythin.