“The fuck are you staring at”, one of them shouted. As usual, one of them shouted at me. Ignorance is usually bliss, so I continued walking. Hearing footsteps behind me I tried to hurry up a bit to get away from the gang of chavs, with their entire polyester matching white clothing of a tracksuit and a sweatshirt. Their haircuts being short and similar with an almost shaved sides but with a small amount of hair on top, looking quite like every other chav.

Read More Posted Tue Sep 8, 2015 | 505 Words | Tagged chav story this is a draft i had a long time ago there's a version on cyoc somewhere