The story of J

Chapter 3

     'But he hasn't talked to you in over a year, why know?' said Jack drawing his eyebrows together in confusion, Johnny pressed answer and gave out a deep sigh as he unwillingly put the phone up to his ear with regret spread across his face,
'Hi....' Johnny spoke timidly into the microphone, it was a short conversation two maybe three minutes long, but obviously a lot was said,
'My......my mums died... ahhhhh oh well she was a bitch, I bit of slag as-well, I swear she was cheating on my son of a bitch dad for a bit' Johnny said, his words spilling like water out of his mouth,
'Are you sure your ok dude' Jack whisper genuinely concerned,
'Yeahhhh, I'm fine, you wanna go outside' Said Johnny eager to leave.
     A couple minutes later the boys had some energy after a line and a fag each and walked back into where they found the dodgy gang, handing some over to the mayors daughter I mean literally you couldn't get any fricking dumber,
'I can't believe them, they wouldn't know if their own dick was up their arse' Jack said giving a deathly death stare and if looks could  kill that one would,
'Shut up Jack, I swear you say that everyday' Johnny said smiling to himself,
Jack smiled, he then looked down at the floor with the same look of confusion,
'Mate, we're tight, what's going on' Jack said highly concentrated in the fat ginger kid stood in-front of him getting kicking the arse with other ratchet kids screaming 'die fat boy die' or 'haha fight back ginger ninja'.
     'I know bro and it's fine, really, let's join in' Johnny said with a convincing smile,
They joined in, kicking the short fat boy on the floor, it was kind of sad as he was so helpless, but oh well. After a few minutes of kicking, laughing and screaming the head mistress showed up and  broke us way from the already bruising boy.
     'Johnny, come with me!' Screamed the head mistress with extremely stern look on her face.