Jennifer Preston vs the world
Ah’m walkin back and forth, fumin, fuckin stormin ah am, fuckin stampin my boots into that floor ay... ah... some fuckin velvet or shite. I’d like to bounce thir heids aff ay that floor, stamp aw over their fuckin skulls until the inners all shite oot all over the fuckin floor, then call the inmates in for scran. Aye, inmates, that’s what we are.
Back up. Right. Three thirty, ah report for detention. Mrs Kerr, the widowed RE teacher, looks at me pityingly as I come in, but ah’m no givin her any hard luck story.
