Posted Sat Jun 18, 2016 | 169 Words | Tagged story chav

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He was out on a night out in a city he didn’t know. His friends had gone separate ways, all out of their minds drunk. He ended up in some takeaway in a bad part of town, in whatever was left of his smart shirt.

Another lad nearby noticed him, and thought to help him out. Taking off his trainer and shoving it in his face, the smell slowly started wafting into his nose.

Slowly he started to hold it himself, his shirt turning into plastics. Still drunk, but fitting in more. Then his own shoes morphed into the same pair, and the lad took his back and onto his own foot.

He was still hammered, but the lad took him home to his council flat and let his drunken state numb his mind as new memories set in, new thoughts and attitude settling all in.

When he wakes, this will all be normal, just the way the lad planned when he first saw him.