Posted Sun Jul 10, 2016 | 237 Words | Tagged story chav

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He wished on a shooting star, out alone one night. He wished for things to be different, for him to not live this life of constantly having to be “the best” everyone expected him to be. It really grinded on him how everyone he interacted with expected this and yet all around him were people who were relaxed, nothing expected of them and enjoying themselves. The shooting star in question saw deep down what he wanted.

His new mates took him in the middle of the night while they were shitfaced, like usual. Not knowing they were under the control of the star’s long distant power, or in a capacity to process much, they broke in and kidnapped him leaving not a single trace to be found.

They cut his hair down short, managing to get it just right in a style he wouldn’t have dreamed. A big difference from his old long hair.

Off came the clean pyjamas, easily too and into a grubby pair of footie boxers, footie top and what you can see of a hoodie which had been well worn and workie trousers.

When he wakes up, it’ll feel like a massive hangover. Remembering who he was, but it feels so right in his new personality. Slipping into it will just feel right, in fact even his old name will slip away. Carefree and cocky, just what he wanted.