When the gypsy met the gorga

Chapter 18:Stefan

Poems are written in sadness. I was not sad, I was angry! Failure is so annoying especially when you've tried hard but then it's never enough because nothing is ever enough. Especially when your loved ones tell you it's not okay. I had had enough! It was all I'd heard since I could remember. Even Millie was peeved and we weren't talking to each other. Yup, we had our first fight because I couldn't find out about the herb off of Nana. What the hell was I supposed to do after I had tried eveything!

Ferka knocked on the door interrupting my train of thought. Our kumpania was hosting the gypsy ball at the village's Cape centre hall. We had been decorating it. We just covered the walls in colourful drapes and loads of fairy lights, put satin table clothes on the tables. I actually had no idea as to what we did but it looked good and Onas managed to find a mirror ball. Ferka was coming for the first time. He was excited about it. I don't know why. He hadn't been listening to me when I told him love was a mistake ,of late. Uncle Pesha had to force Iaan to go because he was already to go graffiti  town walls with shrimp boy and Karl's grandson Kyle. I didn't argue when my Dad brought it up. I needed a day off to calm  down. Ferka knocked on the door again.

We were going clothe shopping. The ones I had used every year for 3 years had moth holes and the tie had faded. I got my money box out of the cupboard I had bought for 50 quid a week ago at the carboot sale. There was only 200 pounds left in it. I took a hundred and put the rest back in the cupboard. I sighed realising my dreams of buying a second hand harley were far off at the moment. We were all a bit short of money because we had been busy protesting and not working. Onas owed me 100, maybe he could buy my clothes but I took  100 in case. Onas was coming to the ball  because he couldn't afford to take Hester anywhere else. I ended up paying for my own clothes because Onas was skint.

Ferka wanted everything to be right because he was convinced he would meet the 'one'. He was way too picky for a guy. We went in and out of three shops for him. I ended up with a pair of new jeans, a new white shirt and a black cuordroy waist coat and I only spent 50 quid. 50 to save. Ferka spent 120 pounds. Uncle Pesha gave him 200 pounds! He gave Iaan some money too but Iaan planned to wear last year's clothes and save the rest up. We went back to the camp after shopping. Millie had gone home to do a project. I suppose it was good ,I didn't see her. I hated the awkward silence that surrounded us. We got dressed at 7:30 and headed off to the cape centre.

 I was bored. Iaan was sitting next to me still angry about not being able to help with the graffiti. We were sitting at the bar and taking swigs out of beer like it was on the house on some one else's bill. Of course it wasn't.  We were paying for each one we drank. I had three bottles and Iaan had eight.

I couldn't believe that I found the one for me and she wasn't there with me. Ferka was talking to this pretty 14 year old brunette in a pink dress embroided with silver thread that was wider than the automatic door way of the super market. The dresses the other girls were wearing were also some what similar; large, brightly coloured, provocative, shiny, some even had LED lights attached to them.  I looked over at Iaan who was playing with his bottle of  beer.

"Iaan go find a girl and stop fussing." He just went pfuit! "I'm warning you, you might see a girl later; you'll like her and she would be with some one else and she might say I was at the ball. Then I'll come along and say I told you so." He sighed and looked around when all of a sudden, a moping blonde girl in a nice strapless black dress sat next to him and cried into her hands. Iaan turned to me in question. I patted his shoulder. He turned to her. "What's wrong?", he asked. She looked up. Her mascara was a mess so Iaan passed her a paper napkin. After she wiped the mascara off, she didn't look so bad but nowhere near as nice as Millie.

"I just saw my boyfriend shagging another girl." Her accent sounded northern. She must have been from Manchester or something.

"Well..maybe he wasn't the one for you. Don't worry, there'll be some one out there. Making mistakes like these make you stronger." For nature boy, he was smooth.