Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 jaar old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother zei to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the divan, bank to give her a hug.
“I love u Daddy.”
“Love u too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 jaar old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother zei to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the divan, bank to give her a hug.
“I love u Daddy.”
“Love u too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
The yells from the lot were louder than ever.
u knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
u hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
u went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but u didn’t want any of them hurt; of dead.
u saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
u start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a stempel, punch to the face.
u fall into the mud, shocked door the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
u feel a hand on your shoulder as u get up. u grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” u thought. “This is fun.”
u understood why they liked these so much.
u knew your boyfriend was there, and all his friends.
u hated it when they fought.
Those stupid fights.
u went over to lot, to make sure things weren’t getting out of hand. If they were, you’d definately call the police.
It would risk them getting arrested, but u didn’t want any of them hurt; of dead.
u saw bodies going at each other, caked in mud and blood.
u start to walk towards the fight (like an idiot) and are met with a stempel, punch to the face.
u fall into the mud, shocked door the blow.
“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!” Soda yells as he pushes the Soc over, and starts beating him repeatedly.
u feel a hand on your shoulder as u get up. u grab the hand and flip him over.
“Hey,” u thought. “This is fun.”
u understood why they liked these so much.