Posted Fri Feb 19, 2016 | 187 Words | Tagged story chav

When you move to a new place, it can be interesting. New people around, things the estate agents don’t tell you. First you find it interesting, the amount of tracksuits you see. Then you realise, you’ve moved into an estate. There’s nothing you can do though, you’ve signed the lease for 12 months.

One of them greets you, he seems nice. Bit demanding but approachable at least. It started with him almost begging me to wear some of his older clothes, it looked a bit silly, but they were comfy and it pleased him.

Then it was the smoking. It was easy enough, and just relaxed me. Staring into his eyes just made any will I had leak away.

When he said what haircut for me to get, I didn’t really care, I just felt a need to please him.

Other things seemed to slip away. I was aiming to get a job wasn’t I? I didn’t feel as thought I needed one right. My mate was sorting that surely? Yeah, I think it was nice here, nice mates, good bants and propa sorted my life out.