know if she was there – ah never seen him wi a lassie. Look, ah’d better go, ah’ll need tae get ma tea.’
‘OK. Want tae come round efter?’
‘Naw, no the night. Ah need tae learn ma part.’
‘See you the morra then.’
‘Aye.’
When ah went intae the kitchen the room was all steamy wi boilin watter fae the pasta and ma daddy was settin the table.
‘Who was it, Anne Marie?’
‘Charlene.’
‘Is she in the show too?’
‘Naw.’
‘That’s a shame.’
‘Ah don’t think she’s that bothered.’
Everybody was dead quiet all through teatime and ah kept thinkin aboot Charlene. Ah was so mad at her. She only phoned me because she wanted tae find oot aboot that Keir guy. We’d been best pals all through primary except thon time in primary five when she’d went aboot wi Susan Gallagher and fell oot wi me. Then ah tellt ma mammy aboot it and it got sorted oot. And ah wanted tae talk tae her noo but how could ah? Everythin was different. Weird.
Ma broke the silence. ‘Anne Marie, have you got hamework the night?’
‘Maths. And a wee bit of French. And readin for English.’
‘Well, you’d better get a move on if you want tae watch that programme aboot Madonna.’
‘Madonna?’ says ma da. ‘Is she no a bit auld hat noo? She was on the go afore you were born.’
‘Da,’ ah says, ‘Madonna is the best. Ever.’
Next day at break time ah was sittin wi Charlene and Roseanne when ah seen Nisha comin intae the Fuel Zone on her ain.
‘See yous later – ah need tae ask Nisha sumpn.’
Ah went ower and tapped her on the shouder.
‘Hiya.’
‘Oh hi. Ah was in another world there – just oot a maths test.’
‘Who d’you get?’
‘Harkins – she’s OK, just a bit moany. Hey, Anne Marie – d’you like Madonna?’
‘Ah love Madonna. She is so cool.’
‘Isn’t she – ah like the early stuff best though.’
‘Me too.’
‘Did you see the programme last night?’
‘Aye, fantastic.’
‘Ah’ve taped it. If you like, when you come round tae mines we can watch it again.’
‘That’d be great. Ah wanted tae tape it but ma da was tapin sumpn on the other side.’
‘How about Saturday then?’
‘OK.’
‘There’s the bell. Gotta go. Look ah’ll see you in Science the morra and we can arrange a time.’
‘Right. See you.’
Nisha heided aff and ah turned back tae where Charleneand Roseanne were still sittin at a table, opposite each other. Charlene was leanin ower, haudin Roseane’s chain in her haund, examinin it. It’s wanny they chunky gold necklaces wi her name on it. The bell had already went but there was nae sign of them movin. Ah turned ma back on them and went aff tae ma next class.
On Saturday ah went round tae Nisha’s hoose. Everybody was oot and we watched the Madonna video in her livin room, then went intae Nisha’s room and practised some of wer Joseph songs. It was a right laugh. Ah always thought Nisha was dead quiet, and she is maist of the time, but see on her ain, she is so funny.
Once we’d run through all the Joseph songs, Nisha said, ‘Why don’t we dae some Madonna songs as well?’
‘Let’s dae “Into The Groove”. That’s ma favourite.’
‘D’you fancy daein it on the karaoke?’
‘You got a karaoke machine in the hoose?’
‘It’s ma brother’s – he does it tae make money tae help him through college. He gets loads a gigs for Indian weddins. But he does DJin tae – that’s what he really likes – Kamaljit calls him Sikh Boy Slim.’
‘Ah love the karaoke but ah’ve only ever done it at parties.’
‘He’d murder us if he knew were usin it but he’ll no be back for ages yet.’
Her brother’s room was full of eletrical stuff, speakers and wires and CDs all ower the place and the walls were covered in posters of hauf-naked women.
‘Close your eyes – ah keep tellin him he’s a sexist pig. My mother won’t even come in this room tae clean it – she gets me tae dae
‘OK. Want tae come round efter?’
‘Naw, no the night. Ah need tae learn ma part.’
‘See you the morra then.’
‘Aye.’
When ah went intae the kitchen the room was all steamy wi boilin watter fae the pasta and ma daddy was settin the table.
‘Who was it, Anne Marie?’
‘Charlene.’
‘Is she in the show too?’
‘Naw.’
‘That’s a shame.’
‘Ah don’t think she’s that bothered.’
Everybody was dead quiet all through teatime and ah kept thinkin aboot Charlene. Ah was so mad at her. She only phoned me because she wanted tae find oot aboot that Keir guy. We’d been best pals all through primary except thon time in primary five when she’d went aboot wi Susan Gallagher and fell oot wi me. Then ah tellt ma mammy aboot it and it got sorted oot. And ah wanted tae talk tae her noo but how could ah? Everythin was different. Weird.
Ma broke the silence. ‘Anne Marie, have you got hamework the night?’
‘Maths. And a wee bit of French. And readin for English.’
‘Well, you’d better get a move on if you want tae watch that programme aboot Madonna.’
‘Madonna?’ says ma da. ‘Is she no a bit auld hat noo? She was on the go afore you were born.’
‘Da,’ ah says, ‘Madonna is the best. Ever.’
Next day at break time ah was sittin wi Charlene and Roseanne when ah seen Nisha comin intae the Fuel Zone on her ain.
‘See yous later – ah need tae ask Nisha sumpn.’
Ah went ower and tapped her on the shouder.
‘Hiya.’
‘Oh hi. Ah was in another world there – just oot a maths test.’
‘Who d’you get?’
‘Harkins – she’s OK, just a bit moany. Hey, Anne Marie – d’you like Madonna?’
‘Ah love Madonna. She is so cool.’
‘Isn’t she – ah like the early stuff best though.’
‘Me too.’
‘Did you see the programme last night?’
‘Aye, fantastic.’
‘Ah’ve taped it. If you like, when you come round tae mines we can watch it again.’
‘That’d be great. Ah wanted tae tape it but ma da was tapin sumpn on the other side.’
‘How about Saturday then?’
‘OK.’
‘There’s the bell. Gotta go. Look ah’ll see you in Science the morra and we can arrange a time.’
‘Right. See you.’
Nisha heided aff and ah turned back tae where Charleneand Roseanne were still sittin at a table, opposite each other. Charlene was leanin ower, haudin Roseane’s chain in her haund, examinin it. It’s wanny they chunky gold necklaces wi her name on it. The bell had already went but there was nae sign of them movin. Ah turned ma back on them and went aff tae ma next class.
On Saturday ah went round tae Nisha’s hoose. Everybody was oot and we watched the Madonna video in her livin room, then went intae Nisha’s room and practised some of wer Joseph songs. It was a right laugh. Ah always thought Nisha was dead quiet, and she is maist of the time, but see on her ain, she is so funny.
Once we’d run through all the Joseph songs, Nisha said, ‘Why don’t we dae some Madonna songs as well?’
‘Let’s dae “Into The Groove”. That’s ma favourite.’
‘D’you fancy daein it on the karaoke?’
‘You got a karaoke machine in the hoose?’
‘It’s ma brother’s – he does it tae make money tae help him through college. He gets loads a gigs for Indian weddins. But he does DJin tae – that’s what he really likes – Kamaljit calls him Sikh Boy Slim.’
‘Ah love the karaoke but ah’ve only ever done it at parties.’
‘He’d murder us if he knew were usin it but he’ll no be back for ages yet.’
Her brother’s room was full of eletrical stuff, speakers and wires and CDs all ower the place and the walls were covered in posters of hauf-naked women.
‘Close your eyes – ah keep tellin him he’s a sexist pig. My mother won’t even come in this room tae clean it – she gets me tae dae
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