How dare she question his accent! He’d earned it in the city. It was rightfully his. He’d lived there for thirteen years you know? And thirteen years of living in the city changes a person. She felt embarrassed by his anger and wished that her last words had not been said, but they had and now he was upset, she could see it and he knew she could see it. And the clothes! He thought they suited him just fine. Yes - he wanted them to shout “I’m better than you!” at those who walked passed trying not to make eye contact, because they felt inferior and didn’t want to show it. So what if he’d changed! Was he not allowed to? He’d readily admit that he was ashamed of his roots; that they clung to him and not the other way around.
He left her at the train station knowing they would all hear of the big shot, big man, big faker he had become. He heard their sighs and felt ashamed. He hoped they would know that he earned it all. That after thirteen years there are certain things the city owes you, and there are also certain things that can’t be resisted. Yeah, he’d taken the big car and the big house, but the city’s a big place and you can often feel pretty insignificant.
- Rose *
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Again rose, this is really really good. I can definate see that Dave Eggers is one of your favourite writers, through your writing. But i feel your writing is somehow more poetic. This by the way, is a huge compliment because I think he is amazing!- abbie x
Rose!!! You are sooooo good!! Seriously, I love this and I only wish you had more confidence in the things you write because they are fantastic!
-Pippa XOXO
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