Posted Sat Mar 3, 2018 | 362 Words | Tagged story chav

It started because you were fed up of being inside from the bad weather. You decided you’d go out for a wonder just for some fresh air and a stretch of your legs. You decided to head to the walkable-distance shops, but not the closest. Just to get some distance in and out of the house for a considerable amount of time.

When you got to the path underneath the bypass you stopped. Your hands were freezing cold. Near you, on the ground were a pair of Nike gloves. You wondered why anyone would leave such a pair. They wouldn’t really work with your fashion, but so long as they were dry they’d keep you warm for a little while.

Picking them up, you were glad to find they were dry and so you slipped your hands in. They slid on with such ease and comforted your hands with a sudden amount of warmth. You felt quite happy as you started walking through the estates towards the shops.

You felt quite happy with the gloves as you continued walking, not noticing the change in your walk. The confidence in your stride. The slight buzz in your mind that you were confident in yourself.

Feeling a slight chill you zip up your jacket. You fucking loved your Adidas jacket. The swoosh noise it makes as you walk. The swooshing from your trackies as well.

Your mind sidetracked until you ended up at a gym. This was your gym right? A small place but with a sick boxing area. Coz you do a bit of boxing right? Thinking of where you gear was, you suddenly remembered you keep it in the gym.

After an hour session you were ready to go home, and you found your way through the estate to the house you and your mates lived in. Your mates were happy to see you, like as if they hadn’t seen you in a while.

You were pretty confused but told them to knock off their shit. You only went out to boxing. You loved catching a glance at yourself in the mirror. “Proper hard” was the first thought that came to mind.