February 8th 2001- Chilling

School again. Tonight I was suppose to be going to Spinfit again but I really didn’t want to go. I got a message from Tina asking if I wanted to go round to hers so I did that instead, I’d much rather go there than spinfit. I was the first to get to her house and while we were waiting for the others to arrive we were talking about songwriting. Tina plays the guitar and sings and wants to be in a band but she wants some original material to perform as she doesn’t have any so I said she could use my songs and she seemed really keen. I believe if she can get a drummer and maybe a bass player she could do my songs justice and she says I will get all the credit for then songs, I’d sort of be like a member of the band who doesn’t perform. I’ll be useful to them, it’s what I’ve been looking for. It would be great to see someone perform one of my songs on stage in front of hundreds of people, it would the closes I’d get to actually being in a band but it would probably still be really satisfying. I’d really love to give my songs to her so we have to get together some other time and work out the guitar parts for my songs. Kelly and Jack came round later and Jack brought loads of magazines and CDs so we were just reading the magazines and listening to music. Jack was frightened to come to Tina’s on the bus by himself so Kelly had to go with him. I think it is because he is a mosher and Tina lives in The Village. You see, The Village is filled with neds and they hang around the streets in the evenings, it’s not good for a mosher if they have to walk past gangs of neds, especially if you are on your own, so I don’t blame him for being frightened. I wouldn’t walk through the village on my own. I had a good time anyway, it seems like a long time since I went round to someones house just to ‘chill’ as Tina calls it. It feels like I have been stuck in this house night after night with nobody my own age to talk to, my social life has been dead for so long and I really want it to pick up again, I want to spend more time with my friends. I think I should invite them all round here, dispel the illusions Mam has of them all being freaks.

Author: raventaylorauthor

Raven Michelle Taylor (born Michelle Allen) was born in South Shields, Tyneside in 1983 and was the first of three children of Julie and Brian Allen. Following the numerous closures of ship yards on the Tyne Raven moved with her family to Scotland at age 13 where they settled in the Lanarkshire town of Cumbernauld. After the separation of her parents following the move north Raven and her siblings where raised by her Mother Julie. Raven attended Cumbernauld High School and from there went on to Paisley University where she graduated with an honors degree in Computer Animation. Since university to the present day Raven has made a living working various jobs in the office and retail industries but she hopes one day to be able to write full time, a dream she has held since she was a very small girl writing stories on her all Patel typewriter. Raven still lives in Scotland with her husband, Gerry Neary, their dog Basil and tortoise Herman. Raven met Glasgow born Gerry in 2002 when she was 19 years old and the pair married in 2007 opting for a Wiccan Handfasting ceremony in the Niddry Street Vaults in Edinburgh. Raven has written a number of books, short stories and poems and has been doing so since she first learned to pick up a pen and form words. It has always been a dream of hers to be a published author and she has only just recently taken the first steps signing with Newhaven Publishing with whom she had released her Punk Rock Memoir trilogy .

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