Jimmy lay dazed on the street, cursing his existence. And the brick wall. And mostly cursing Billie Farrow for being here to witness him.
And he got a lecture for it, and all! The cheek of it! “I know about time, thanks. I’m not an idiot,” he repeated, groaning. “I done that jump a hundred times before -” he mumbled, his head dizzy from the firmer collision than usual, “but the - drainpipe’s not where it’s s’posed to be.” He said this in a slow, breathless drawl, as if Billie was the stupid one for not realising where the drainpipes on his own house were supposed to go.
And the other boy was kicking him when he was down, and all! Jimmy moaned and refused to get up from where he was sprawled, except now that Billie was closer something kept dripping in his face. “Oi!” He shrieked, springing up as soon as he touched his cheek and realised what that was. “Stop bleedin’ on me!”
Woah. Farrow was really bleeding. Like a lot.
And he got a lecture for it, and all! The cheek of it! “I know about time, thanks. I’m not an idiot,” he repeated, groaning. “I done that jump a hundred times before -” he mumbled, his head dizzy from the firmer collision than usual, “but the - drainpipe’s not where it’s s’posed to be.” He said this in a slow, breathless drawl, as if Billie was the stupid one for not realising where the drainpipes on his own house were supposed to go.
And the other boy was kicking him when he was down, and all! Jimmy moaned and refused to get up from where he was sprawled, except now that Billie was closer something kept dripping in his face. “Oi!” He shrieked, springing up as soon as he touched his cheek and realised what that was. “Stop bleedin’ on me!”
Woah. Farrow was really bleeding. Like a lot.
