Madferit

You Missed the Moon on Monday Morning

                  

Author's Note:

            I'm giving this story a trigger warning for a couple different reasons. One: Part of the plot was inspired by a scene in the film, This Is England. I was surprisingly able to borrow it from my local library as they have a copy. I expected I'd have to request it from a different library and have it shipped in. This story takes place a few years after that film (1987 to be exact). I hope I got the historical accuracy right as I got information from the movie, Wikipedia, and an article about the subject. There are other reasons for the trigger warning as well. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks again for reading.

            The clouds hung heavy in fucking overcast. But in the Northwest of England it were inevitable. The color of the sky only added to the overall shittiness of the day.

            I fucking hated school. The "school" part anyway. The coursework and that – fucking bollocks. Thank fuck I wasn't going on for A Levels.

            But the social part – I fucking had that. I was the cock of the school – a title I didn't have to work too hard to get. Everyone knew who I was. That I wasn't one to be messed with and I could hold me own with no difficulties. I'd like to say people feared me but I think I was respected more than anything else.

            That day was just like any other. The hours seemed to drag on and on like the day would never end and we'd be stuck in that bloody place for the rest of our lives. Maybe that was good for everyone else but it sure as hell wasn't good for me.

            My brothers both went there before I did. They fucking hated it just as much as I did. But what pissed them off even more was that when they'd gone, there were no birds. It wasn't until closer to my time they changed the name and made it co-ed.

            The girls fucking loved me. It definitely did our Paul's head in every morning when he'd be trying to get ready for work and my escorts come 'round to make sure I got to school alright. It's not like he or our Noel ever got that sort of treatment when they were my age as much as they fucking wished.

            Finally, it was the last class of the day. Fucking English! The fuck did I need to take English for? I spoke it for fuck's sake!

            The teacher had us writing essays about where we hoped to see ourselves in five years. Was she taking the piss or what? But anyway...five years. That put us in 1992. I'd be twenty by then, a fucking adult. And now that I think about it...the same age as our Noel. The fuck was he doing at twenty?

            Nowt. Daydreaming mostly. Playing his fucking guitar. He reckoned he'd like to join a band or start his own. The only problem was there was no band to join and he had no friends to start one with. Fucking loner, he was. And a weirdo. Weir-do!

            Well I was definitely going to be something in five years. I didn't know what but I knew I'd be famous. I wasn't meant to be stuck in school or doing manual labor like me two older brothers. I was destined for greatness, me and that's the fucking truth.

            "Eyes on your paper and not on that clock, Mr. Gallagher!" The teacher ordered. "I want the front page covered by the time that bell rings. Full paragraphs, at least four sentences each!"

            "Yes Ms. Grayson." I replied as I looked back down at my sheet of paper. I barely had a sentence down and we still had about forty-five minutes to go!

            It was a fucking long afternoon but it finally ended along with my paper. I was fucking out of there and off for a celebratory fag.