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Post by Kolakube on Jul 6, 2004 10:21:53 GMT -5
Okies, I know I already have two fics underway but I've decided to post the beginning of this one as well. I will be posting more to the others..... DON'T WORRY!!!!! This is based on 8 Mile in most part, there are some differences though
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 6, 2004 10:22:26 GMT -5
I made my way through the crowd of the hot and dingy club. A band of sweaty longhaired guys played furiously on the stage. I knew I had to find the guys to tell them that I was serious about the plan but I really really didn't want to be spotted. None of us did. For some reason we were different. No one seemed to accept us. We liked the music we could play it just as well as them, yet we looked different. We didn't use swearing as if it was a second language, we didn't dress head to toe in black, we were just us, yet they hated us for it. When I reached the alcove at the side of the club. I pulled the hood of my black Slipknot hoodie down. I wasn't a Slipknot fan particularly, I just wore it to try and get in the club without getting noticed. The two guys I was looking for, were sitting there. I sat opposite them at the short table. "We thought you weren't coming," One of them hissed as I sat down. I held my hands up. "I'm sorry okay, my mum was laying into my sister I got held up sorting the whole thing out," I told them. My mum was an alcoholic, we lived in a small grotty flat on the outskirts of town. Admittedly, it wasn't ideal, but we coped, just the three of us. "It's alright, you're here now," The other guy told me, looking around uneasily. The first guy, pulled a packet of cigarettes out. He picked one out, placed it between his lips and offered the packet to me. I took one and held it in my hand, waiting for him to get a lighter. When he did, I held the cigarette in my lips as he lit the end with the flame. I took a long drag as he lit his own and then slowly blew the smoke out of his mouth. "So what's the plan?" I asked. The first guy turned around and pulled a poster off of the wall. He slammed it down on the table and signalled for me to read it. "Battle of The Bands. You want us to enter?" I asked. They both nodded. "Are you fucking crazy?" I shouted, not loud enough to draw attention to ourselves. "We'll get spotted a mile off!" "Not neccessarily. We just wear black hoodies and trousers. If we wear our hoods up all the time it will be like a sort of trademark and it will conceal our identities." The second guy explained. "Look, if you really are serious about this then you'll be up for it." The first guy butted in. I took another drag from the cigarette and thought it through in my head. "So, you in or not?" The second guy asked me. I nodded. "I'm in."
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 6, 2004 10:22:45 GMT -5
I woke up the next morning to the incessant buzzing of my alarm clock. I switched it off and slowly pulled myself out of bed. This was a daily routine for me. Wake up early, sort myself out and then out the door. I'd always had to fend for myself. It wasn't that my mother was a bad person, it was just the alcohol meant a little bit too much to her. I quietly tiptoed into the next bedroom and walked over to the bed, where there was a little girl sleeping peacefully. I sat down on the edge of the bed and brushed her blonde hair out of her face. "Sophie," I whispered quietly, softly shaking her. I didn't get a response so I shook her a little bit harder. "Soph babes, you really have to wake up now and get ready for school." She yawned and her eyes flickered open. I smiled down at her. "Hey sleepy head," I whispered. She frowned. "Matt, I don't want to go to school today," she told me, folding her arms. I straightened up. "Why's that?" I asked her frowning like her. "My teacher, Miss King, She's a stupid, fat, ugly woman and I hate her," she moaned. "What's made you say that? I thought you liked her." I said, pulling her duvet covers down and helping her out of bed. "She took away my playtimes because she thought I said a naughty word, but I didn't. It was Jenny." I smiled to myself. "Well, don't worry about it. Just stick it out and when you're allowed back out to playtimes, stay away from Jenny." She nodded. I led her through the flat to the bathroom and squirted some toothpaste on her toothbrush. I put a little bit of water on it and then handed the brush to her. I quickly lifted her on the toilet seat so she could reach the basin and then started brushing my own teeth. I stood watching Sophie as she furiously moved the brush backwards and forwards. She was only 6 and hadn't exactly had the best start to life. There was an 11 year age gap between us but it wasn't a problem, it just made me more of a father figure. Sophies dad had been another of my mums one night stands. I can still remember how happy I was when my mum told me I was going to get a little brother or sister on my 11th birthday. It was just the two of us back then. I was a result of a one night stand aswell and as far as I know, my dad wasn't even aware of my existence. Sophie didn't look like me but that didn't stop me loving her. She really seemed to look up to me and I was happy that I had someone who I could look after. She eventually spat the toothpaste out of he mouth and gave me a toothy grin. "Lovely," I told her, grabbing a towel and wiping the toothpaste that she'd got around her mouth. She jumped down from the toilet seat and stood looking up at me. "Come on Matt, you have to hurry up." I smiled to myself, washed my mouth out and then quickly washed my face. I took her outstretched hand and took her back into her bedroom. For some reason, she didn't like walking about the house on her own. She'd seen too many strange men coming out of mum's room and it had scared her. When she was in her room, I shut the door on her so she could get herself ready and then went to get myself dressed. I changed my boxers, put on some jeans and then pulled on my greasy blue work overalls. I put a black t-shirt on my top half and tied the top half of the overalls around my waist. I opened my tub of hair gel and quickly put some through my hair making it spike up roughly. I then rubbed my hands down my overalls and opened my drawer to get a pair of socks. Once I'd done that I grabbed my trainers and pulled them on, tucking the laces inside as I did so. I checked myself in the mirror and then went back into Sophie's room. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, twiddling her thumbs, her blue backpack sitting next to her. "Come on madam, let's go." I told her, poking my head around the door. She happily jumped down off of the bed and pulled her bag on her bag. She ran over to me and took my hand. I smiled at her, lead her into the living room and grabbed my wallet and keys off of the coffee table. I checked it to see about £10 missing but I knew that was probably my mum. I stuffed everything in my jeans pocket and then took Sophie out of the flat and out of the building. We walked along hand in hand, and somehow, we always managed to have a conversation of some sort. She'd tell me everything that scared her and I'd give her advice. Some people said that the way I looked after my sister made me look like a mummy's boy. They're usually the ones who wake up the next morning battered and bruised. "Matt, have you got a girlfriend?" Sophie suddenly asked out of the blue. I looked down at her and smiled. "No, what makes you ask that?" She shrugged. "Have you got a boyfriend?" I asked her. She shrugged again. "Dunno," "How can you not know?" I laughed. "There's a boy I really like in my class, but I don't know how to ask him out. What do you do when you want to ask someone out?" she asked. I gulped. She was far too young for me to tell her the truthful series of events that usually led to me getting a girlfriend. I quickly tried to think of something nice to say. "Usually, I just talk to a girl and if she's nice, I say that I like her. Then if she likes you you ask her if she wants to be your girlfriend," I lied. "Why don't you just tell him that you like him and then wait fo him to ask you out," I suggested. She nodded happily as we reached the school gates. "Thank you Matt," she grinned. I knelt down next to her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Be good," I told her. She nodded. "I'll meet you at 3:15, outside the gate. If I'm late, what do you do?" I asked her. "Go back and ask the teacher if I can wait inside." I nodded. "Good girl."
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 7, 2004 11:58:52 GMT -5
As I walked along to work, I began thinking about my life. I hadn't really made much of it, but I'd enjoyed every minute. I left school at 16 with no GCSE's. I couldn't even pass Foundation Maths. I got myself a job as a car mechanic pretty soon after the beginning of the summer holidays. I still couldn't drive cars but I knew all about how to fix them, mainly down to my younger days when I would break into cars and start them without the keys. When Sophie was born, I'd tried to put my bad boy days behind me, but sometimes, little elements came through, especially when I'd been drinking. I'd had to give up a lot of stuff for Sophie, I was the only one who'd care for her most evenings, my mum would be too busy out on the lash. It was very rarely that I managed to get out and force my mum to stay at home. I didn't really care, I'd do anything for Soph. When I reached the garage, I untied my overalls around my waist and pulled them up over my shoulders. I took a deep breath and walked in. I found it hard at the work. Everyone was much older than me and I didn't really fit in. Due to being the youngest, I'd become the tea boy. I always got bossed around and never dared speak back. I didn't want to end up getting sacked. My boss, Mr. Vaughan was standing in the main workshop talking to everyone. He turned to me. "You're late," he spat. I looked up at the clock to see it just gone 8:45. I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he'd started early so just quickly thought up an excuse. "I had to take my sister to school and my mum's not very well," I lied. "Not surprising, the amount she drinks!" One of the guys at the back shouted causing the other 4 employees standing around to burst into laughter. I bit the inside of my mouth, telling myself not to start a fight infront of Mr. Vaughan. Mr. Vaughan eventually held his hands up to quieten them down. "Just don't do it again," he told me quietly. He looked up. "So everyone still okay for Friday?" he asked. Everyone nodded. I just looked at the floor. I knew they'd all be going out boozing together and I was definatley not invited. When Mr. Vaughan had returned to his office, everyone set to work. I opened up th bonnet of the Fiesta I'd been working on and set to work fiddling with the engine. I felt someone place a hand on my back and I straightened up. "Make us some tea, kiddo," Dave, one of the older guys told me. I sighed. Dave wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't class him as a mate. None of the employees were mates. There were four others. Adam, a guy who looked down at me like I was a piece of shit on his shoe, in his early 30's. Gary, some guy in his 40's who thought I was just some rowdy youth. Pete, an older guy in his 50's who usually kept himself to himself but still hated me, and Jason, another guy in his 30's who'd seen me pissed and just thought I was a gobby twat. He'd beaten m up a couple of times as well. Usually outside clubs when I'd mouthed off at him. He had the advantage at work, he had more mates. I walked over to the table where the kettle was and started boiling some water. As it boiled, I stood about inspecting my greasy fingers. I hated this job but someone had to bring money into the house and my mum definately wasn't going to do it. When the switch flicked up again, I poured the water into some mugs, added a teabag to each, stirred them, added milk and sugar, removed the tea bags and handed them around the guys. When I walked back over to tidy up the stuff, I saw a girl standing in the doorway of the workshop. She was wearing her school uniform. A short pleated skirt in that horrible grey material that all uniforms seemed to be made out of for some reason, an untucked white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a black tie with red and blue stripes done up loosely around her neck, white socks and black school shoes, however, she still seemed to look okay. Her wavy light brown hair with blonde highlights hung loosely to just below her shoulders. Her blue eyes shone out from her long mascara coated eyelashes. Her natural looking make up was done neatly and I couldn't help looking at her. I walked over to her and shot her one of my cheeky grins. "How can I help you?" I asked, folding my arms. She smiled. "I'm looking for Mr. Vaughan, is he here?" she asked, fluttering her eyelashes. I nodded. "I'll take you if you like." She went to nod but got distracted by someone who was obviously behind me. I felt the hand on my shoulder and turned to see Jason scowling down at me. "Not so fast Romeo, you've got work to do on that Fiesta. I'll take the young lady to where she wants to go." I rolled my eyes as he shooed me back over to the car. He then led the girl out the back of the workshop and then presumably up the stairs because they appeared on the gallery a couple of minutes later. Jason knocked on the office door and as he stuck his head in, the girl turned and smiled down at me. I shook the thought of her out of my head and then set back to working on the car engine.
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Post by the_admin on Jul 7, 2004 14:43:11 GMT -5
Right, I would've commented sooner, but seeing that inet conncetion is still f*cking CRAP! you'll have to do it with this small, short but lufferly comment, because I love it to bits and I only come on here (which takes me about 15 minutes, btw, because inet cuts off every five seconds, literally. Ask Mizz) for the fics the now. But good, keep it going gal *thumbs up*!!!
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Post by Minz on Jul 8, 2004 0:37:35 GMT -5
Kim, how did you READ it when your inet connection was so crap I haven't watched 8 Mile but I'm loving the fic so much ;D Sophie is sooo sweet! And I had a teacher called Miss King who was fat and ugly ! KEEP IT UP
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Post by the_admin on Jul 8, 2004 8:39:33 GMT -5
I read it in the five seconds I was online ;D. Just like now ;D. Just have to kep on hitting the refresh (*refresh refresh refresh refresh refresh refresh*) button til it comes up ;D. Quite clever, eh?
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 8, 2004 11:09:22 GMT -5
lol
When I was finally allowed to go for my lunch break, I walked across the forecourt to the park over the road. I walked for a bit and then sat down on one of the benches. If the Battle of the Bands idea worked then hopefully I wouldn't be in this job for much longer. As I pulled a cigarette packet and lighter out of my pocket, I felt someone sit down next to me. I placed a fag in my mouth and, as I lit it, turned to see who it was. The girl from earlier was smiling back at me. "Hi," I stuttered, not expecting to see her. "Hey," she replied. "Shouldn't you be at school?" I asked her, taking a drag on my cigarette. "Lunch break," she informed me. "And earlier?" "Study period." I nodded. "So, you found Mr. Vaughan okay?" She nodded. "He's a family friend, my godfather. He told me I could go over there if I wated to get away from school. I might be working there over the holidays," "Cool," "I'm Emma by the way," she told me. "I'm Matt," "How old are you?" she asked. This was turning into the bloody Spanish Inquisition. "Just about to turn 18." It was a matter of days until my 18th. "You?" "About the same." I frowned. "How come you're still in uniform?" I asked her. "Crappy school, you have to wear uniform in the 6th Form. Don't know why." She smiled at me and I couldn't help but smile back. "What are you doing on Wednesday?" I asked her suddenly, shocking myself. "Nothing, why?" "Me and some mates are entering Battle of The Bands down at The Underground. You know, the rock club." She nodded. "I know," "Do you fancy coming along? We need some support." She nodded and I heaved a huge sigh of relief. "What time?" "I'll meet you outside at 8:30 if you want." She nodded. "That would be cool." I looked down at my watch. "I better be getting back, I'll see you on Wednesday, 8:30." I told her, standing up. "I'll see you then." I stood awkwardly for a moment before swooping down and kissing her on the cheek. "Bye," I said quickly, walking off back to work, stubbing my cigarette out as I did so.
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Post by the_admin on Jul 8, 2004 13:16:08 GMT -5
Aweee, MORE MOREEEEE!!!!
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Post by Bitch*Goddess on Jul 10, 2004 14:33:09 GMT -5
oh, its well good!!
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 12, 2004 11:26:50 GMT -5
Crap, I've just realised that this has a tiny similarity to Kim's fic (Everything looks better in the rain) but I'd just like to say........ I didn't mean it and it's not that massive.
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Post by the_admin on Jul 12, 2004 15:02:59 GMT -5
It's okay ;D. Everything Looks Better In The Rain has a prequel, a sequel and the main part, so it's no biggie . I'm sure no one will notice anyway, lmfao. Just go on. It doens't look like it as far as I've seen, and I will say when I think YOU'RE COPYING MY WORK (which I probably won't because I love your work too much lol )
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Post by Kolakube on Jul 13, 2004 10:56:40 GMT -5
Okies, There'll be more of this one soon, I'm trying to catch up on the other two first.
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Post by Kolakube on Aug 9, 2004 10:18:50 GMT -5
Forget what I said about this fic being based on 8 mile, it's not anymore
I quickly ran along the path to get to James' house. I was worried about leaving my sister alone but if all the plan worked out, I could make sure that I had enough money to look after her properly. I ran up James' driveway to see him and Charlie waiting for me, Charlie smoking as ususal. "Come on mate, we're waiting for you," James called. "I know, I'm so sorry," I apologised. I was sure Charlie gave me a dirty look but I ignored it. Charlie handed me a bass guitar and then sat behind his drum kit. I couldn't afford my own bass so the other two shared theirs with me. We quickly bashed through a few songs, me and Charlie shared vocals. I knew that I was pissing Charlie off. He was so passionate about his music, he could play just about any instrument ever invented. His passion for rock was particularly strong, the fact we weren't accepted by the rock scene really annoyed him. Entering this competition was his way of gaining a possible acceptance. When we finally finished our final song, Time is Running Out, by Muse, we put our instruments down and sat, talking things over. "What time are you getting there on Wednesday?" Charlie asked, pulling a cigarette packet from his pocket. "Mate, I wouldn't light up in here. Petrol is highly flammable," James told him, signalling to the patch of petrol on the floor, very close to where Charlie was sitting. Charlie rolled his eyes and stood up. He opened the garage door up and stood outside. "Anyway, what time?" he asked again, as he placed a cigarette between his lips. "Dunno, show starts at 9 so I'll probably get there at about 8:45, I don't want to hang about for too long," James said, picking up his acoustic guitar and mindlessly strumming it. "Matt?" he said, turning attention to me. "Well, I've kinda got to meet someone," I told them looking down at my hands. "Who?" Charlie asked. James looked up at me as well. "Just some girl that I met." "Some girl that I met?" Charlie repeated. "Are you just picking them up off of the streets these days?" he asked. I smiled. "No, she came into work and we just hit it off." I explained. "How old?" James asked. "17, just about to turn 18." James nodded. "Do you think she'll dress properly, so she fits in?" Charlie asked. I shrugged. "She should do. She knew the club so she should know what it's like." James smiled. "Look, mate, I don't care who you bring, just please make sure you're not late," he begged. I nodded and stood up. "I better go and see my sister, I'll see the two of you on Wednesday, outside the back door, yeah?" The two of them nodded and I walked away from the house in the direction of my place.
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Post by Kolakube on Aug 9, 2004 10:19:24 GMT -5
As I walked up the stairs in our block of flats, I could hear sobbing coming from inside our place. Sophie's sobbing. I quickened my pace up the last couple of stairs and quickly let myself in. Sophie was sitting curled up in a ball on the sofa, bawling her eyes out. "What's happened Soph?" I asked quickly, running over to her. She looked up and reached out for me. I picked her up and she laced her arms round my neck. Still wailing, she started to suck on her thumb. "Ssshhh," I said, bobbing her up and down on my hip. I stroked her forehead as she slowly started to calm down. "Now, what's happened?" I asked her, sitting down on the sofa. "It's mummy," she wailed. "A funny man turned up and they started talking and whispering in the corner. Then mummy went into her room, packed her suitcase and told me to tell you that you're in charge and she'll send us details as soon as she gets settled." I screwed my face up. Surely my mum hadn't just abandoned us. I had no idea who the bloke was either. Mum hadn't mentioned anyone. I started comforting Sophie as she wailed again. "Did mummy say where she was going?" I asked, hoping that Sophie had made some sort of mistake. " It sounded like Malteasers," she told me in between sobs. I couldn't help but smile to myself. "Malta?" I asked. She nodded her head slowly. I took my thumb and started to wipe the tears away from her eyes. "Sophie, you have to be a big girl for me. We're going to be fine. We have fun together and now we'll be able to have fun together all the time. Wednesday is the last day of school and then we can have fun all through the holidays. Does that sound good?" Sophie nodded, whilst rubbing her eyes. "Good girl." I suddenly thought about Wednesday. How was I going to go out if there was no one to look after Sophie? My eyes fell on the phone and mums old phone book lying underneath. I got up slowly and picked it up, leafing through the pages. I found the number I needed and picked up the phone nervously. I had no choice, I was going to have to go to my mums sister. She didn't live too far from here but had cut contacts with my mum after she found out she was sleeping with my uncle. I didn't know whether she'd hang up on me but there was only one way to find out. I dialled the number and held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" came her voice from the other end. I recognised it as she sounded exactly like my mum. "Aunt Louise?" was all I could think to say. I didn't know how she'd react to being called Aunt. "Oh my god," I heard her mumble from the other end. "Matt, is that you dear?" At least she remembered who I was. "Yeah, I'm really sorry for calling you. I know you hate my mum and probably really don't want to be speaking to her kids but I've got a massive problem and I didn't know who to turn to." Crap, now I was sounding tragic as well as desperate. "It's not a problem, go ahead, I'll be more than will ing to help you out as long as it doesn't involve going near your mother." I sighed. "My mums left. She's packed all her stuff and gone but she's left us behind," I told her, trying desperately to keep it together for Sophie's sake. "Oh," was the only response I got. "I really need some help, but you can't tell Social Services, they're bound to take Soph away from me," I pleaded. There was a pause on the other end. "Hang on, I'll be straight round," she said eventually. I hung the phone up and smiled at Sophie who was still on my hip. "Auntie Louise is coming over and she's going to try and help sort this situation out." I told her. About 30 minutes later there was a knock on our door. Sophie ran over and answered it. I walked over as well and smiled when I saw my Aunt standing there. I hugged her and let her in the flat. "So," she said, forcing a smile. "I've spoken things over with your uncle and he's agreed to let you live with us. I think it's probably for the best. We haven't really been there for you, so now would be the perfect time to make amends, I think," she told us. I smiled. "Are you sure?" I asked. "I don't want you to thing we're imposing on you." She shook her head. "Knowing my sister, Matt, you've probably been Sophie's full time guardian. You're only 17 so it's best for you and Sophie to move in with us. It will certainly lift a weight off of your shoulders. Give you a chance to be 17." I smiled and hugged her. "Thank you so much," I whispered. She smiled. "It might be a bit of a cramp to start with but we should cope. Your cousins should be fine about it. Sophie can share a room with Becca, Zak can keep his room, and you can turn the spare room into your room." She told me. Seeing as my mum and my aunt had fallen out, I hadn't had much contact with my cousins, but I still knew enough about them. Becca was 6 months older than Sophie, so they should get on okay. Zak was about 12. He'd been a cool little dude but I'd lost contact with him when he was 6 and I was 11. I turned to Sophie. "We're moving in with our cousins," I told her. She smiled and hugged me. "You two better pack all your stuff," my aunt told us. "Well at least enough for the next couple of nights, we can come back and get the rest another time if you want."
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