Sunday, 25 September 2011

MEMOIRS OF MARBIE: Transitions (prt 1)

July 1990; I'm just waiting now for the curtains to close on my life. As I've broke many legs in the show that was Daubeney, the curtains are now slowly coming down and the cheers of all those in the show are drowning me.
Sitting at my scared and bubble gum tortured desk, not knowing when the day is going to come I am just waiting. Waiting is all I can do. The class room, musky, the air thick with a shuddersome ore, thats only seems to make it that much harder to breath. Yet outside the cobwebbed and dusty windows the sun gleefully shines, whispering through the window panes "There is hope, still yet to come." Watching the plants dance along the window ledge hearing, infused sounds of everything around me, some happy ones some not so, some seek to destroy me but not intentionally, but for my own good. Maybe the sun today isn't speaking to me at all, but is speaking out loud and clear to my mother. My eyes are now bathed in tears ready to break their dykes and as one clear crystal tear escapes, taking its path down my cheek and landing on my lap, I feel what I thought was the sun's rays miraculously taking solid form and tightly, softly grab me by the shoulders. "Don't cry". Turning around feeling the warmth from each single finger tip, I see the face that I had forsaken slightly and now looking and it wished I never. Stewart is with me now and today will be easier to handle, now knowing he has forgiven me for being with Cemal most of the time.

As we all come back from playtime the heavy bag my mother made me carry to school on the bus were to be opened and shared. My leaving party is here. Now party's, supposed to be a joyous occasion and even with the balloons, streamers, party hats and foods such as  Quavers crisps, Fireballs, BBQ chicken wings, pilau rice and so on, every one of us are not remotely happy. Cracking smiles on our faces, the awkward "I don't know what else to do" smiles people do.
Ms Crowley tells us that we can have playground time again to play games and have some fun. Rigging up one of those large chested, two tape deck systems with the inbuilt mic, she plays music that we have been listening to all year. Listening to songs such as Vogue, Turtle Power, Nothing compares to you, Should I go or should I stay? and other random songs recorded of the radio and from records my sister had.
The music fades in the distance as we all play. Stewart and Jags having words at the bars surprisingly, we're allowed to use both the younger's playground and the Herculean play ground, a huge scale to frolic in. The sun and clouds cloak our sadness and even help us become more high, enjoying in what it seems to be our last day. Jags and Stewart's words end and I'm still spinning in circles, hands out wide watching them all stuff their faces of the food of Hades. Running back indoors, Jags quickly returns to the ground with two large bean bags one green, the other a not so perfect yellow. He darts into the younger's, our playground, I want to follow but don't.
"Who wants to play kiss chase?" Dee shouts, whipping her long braided sand blonde hair as if she is the child of Medusa. "If you playing come here" as she stands right in front of the hut in the corner of the Herculean playground. Stewart is first, Constantina, Aaron, Alton and Gullie. "We play normal kiss chase first, then you have to chase Rogue after. He's leaving so give him a sloppy one." Yeah I disliked the bitch but from her actions I felt a little love now. The two bitches are finally getting together, but it took one, forcefully to bow out. All agreed and ready to pucker up. Now, when did this whole kiss chase game come about? Was it only us that played it? The rules were simple enough it seemed, you'd kiss the person you most wanted to kiss but you would first have to hunt them down like the men in the "George Wright over the fence fox hunting" paintings, using their friends as hounds searching for the blood that they so eagerly crave to land that kiss of "I like you" on the cheek of that lucky and in some cases unlucky sod. As always, girls were to go first. Darting in all directions I follow Alton knowing fully well I'd be safe with him.

Name: Alton
Sex: Male
Description: Aaron's best friend, geeky. Short and well built, not fat but nicely rounded in all the right places, meaning legs, arms, neck and chest. No jelly belly. Short, mouse dark brown, bowl type cut hair, a little longer at the back going in to a V shape. Always has to bring in something from the hospital for show and tell. Accident prone, Has one scare on his left knee, a straight one, looks inflicted by a blade, very clean cut, stitched up. One scare under his chin, M shaped, said he fell of his scooter. Left hand in cast, falling of trampoline when on a caravan trip. Speaks with a soft, well spoken voice but still uses the word "Init" (Rachael doesn't use that word). Glasses, two coca cola bottom lenses, frames in a thin red wire. His lips are plump, but his Chimpunky,  yellowing pink patched cheeks make me feel gross to ever go near him. He'll probably be a model when he's older and starts with the wearing of contact lenses or Laser eye surgery.

Looking back I see Stewart is with Jags again and I start to feel a rage that I possible won't be able to control just like the time I was playing rounders for P.E and I miss the ball, every one laughed including the teacher. The children barked "Out!" with the hairy teacher crossing his arms nodding at his approval of their taunts. "Miss this then." That was the first time I drew blood from another homosapien. That teacher didn't come back to school for a while.
As Alton and I get to the end of the Herculean playground, I sway my stride and make a sharp turn to intercept whatever is going on between them. Dee, she's coming for me, "Piss off Dee" I yell out. Running and closing in on my two love interests, Jags sprints off to the sides Stewart starts to run in a pace as if he's waiting for me to give him the pole in a relay race.
"Roeroe, come here" holding his hand out, I nudge a little faster speeding, and the theme tune to 'Thundercats' booms through me. He directs me to our play ground. he goes through the bricky entrance first, my left shoulder, holding on to his hand, skims the brick, a graze is left. Heading, straight to the bush barriers, we both dive in forgetting there is nothing soft at the other side. But there is.
The two bean bags, in the thickest part of the bush. The bush clouds the sights of prying, lip puckering, fox hunters. No one is in our playground, they're all in the Herculean one, wanting to be giants.

"Pinned me down, my heart is throbbing with fear as his eyes look at me with those almost soulless eyes. His mouth begins to twitch, he's gripping harder on my wrists which are above my head, spread to the sides. Smile. Slow motion, children screaming loudly, playground bell rings "In Time" a teacher shouts out. Play ground bell still donging like thunder. His lips touch mine and he pushes down. I push back."

That same feeling I felt with Stewart all those weeks ago, is so much stronger now. The thought of knowing I probably will never see him again makes me want to kiss him now. Laying down on the bean bags, we lay at each other's side, his arm underneath me and the other on my belly. He kisses me again. And the kiss is wonderful. He begins to prise open my lips with his tongue and first it feels sticky, cold and almost dry. Moistening with every forceful slip, I just open my lips a little more and lick it. Squeezing me with his arms and wrapping his well shaped legs round my spidery ones, he is the young version of Ryan Phillipe. Every moment seems like an hour of true bliss only to be interrupted minutes later with closing voice asking where the both of us have gone. 
The voices fade in to the distance all towards the Building entrance. Playtime for us now must be over. We stay in our embrace a little longer, no almost 30 minutes longer. Because when e leave the bush barrier we were confronted by the Care-taker who had been called and sent to look for us on the school grounds. 

School ends as the bell traumatically reminds me that this is my last day with them all. My mother comes to my class, meaning there isn't even a last time with Jags. I asked her if I can go and say by to Cemal as he hasn't been in class all day since he had be put in isolation for flashing us in the class room that morning. Ms Crowley wan't impressed, calling him "A disgusting, degenerate cur."  She lets me go to see him, while she chats with my teacher mentioning one word I will remember from then on "Dominica". 
I begin my travel through the bottom hall and at the other side is Cemal, he must have been released from the prison to say bye to me. Clutching something in his hands, we both run towards each other. The pulsating sounds of our feet sending shock waves of love through the hall has the class room that inhabits it to all look out of the window. Bodies becoming one we hug and we share our "I'll miss you"s, he hand me a blue car and tells me never to forget him and I know I never will. Both sobbing at the of our show the curtains have now closed, but I refuse to leave without one last encore, I land a kiss on his closed lips and get to see his 32 gleaming suns once more, before we both turn back to head to the backstage of our life. Probably never to see each other again. 
I have no idea what is going to happen from here on. Fixing on my seat belt my mother asks if I'm okay. I'm lifeless and so dramatically as she starts the car and heads home I'm wishing that the car crashes and that I go away with my ever lasting memory of Jags, Jerome, Cemal and my dear Stewart.

August 1990, Bags packed and ready to go to, up north to Chorley. Ramona my ever moaning sister and I have been taken to the train station by our mother. To journey for the first time up north alone. Me with my Gameboy and one Tetris game and her reading her 'Seventeen' magazine (Funny I'm sure it was Cameron Diaz at the front or someone that looked like her). We have ham and cheese sandwiches, crisps and juices to last the ever so long journey to Preston train station. At least my grandparents have Horses and part own a snooker club.
I can't help but still think of what I'm leaving, what I've left behind. I don't ever want to forget their faces, at least I'm still in contact with Annah. Chorley is a funny place. Somehow it's populated with only white people, how the hell did that one happen? Nothing like London. In chorley they call my sister a 'Blacky' and they call me, funny enough "Mowgli". Hours on the train trip make me welcome death, the clickerty-clacks and the swaying steward and her trolley, asking if any one wants tea or coffee like them annoying Air-stwards on British airways. Please!

Part 2 will come next week homosapiens. Thanks again for reading and please do let me know what you are thinking of my mini series so far.
For Z and J

© 2010 - 2011. All rights reserved N P Rogue Laudat-Scott 'Mind of Rogue' and 'Memoirs of Marbie'

Sunday, 18 September 2011

Memoirs of Marbie: Flash, Lucozade and Woolworths

June(ish) 1990, the weather is getting even more hotter and although playing 'Bum-bums' is fun something in the air tells me something is about to change. My mom has been acting a little funny lately, talking loads on the telephone and when she picks me up from play centre, she seems to talk to all the other adults more than usual. Never underestimate what a child knows, even subconsciously, it's in the air around me as I hear their whispers and peeks from the corner of their eyes looking in my direction, the shaking of their hands and hugs and one cheeked kisses are given it all away. Something is definitely up.

Monday morning, my teacher Ms Crowley pulls me to one side "You're going to help look after a new child, you can be his new friend. His name is Cemal." Well ok then, I'm given a responsibility in looking after a newbie and we all know, children can be right fucking bastards to newbies in the playground. Cemal, I wonder what he's like?
I go to my seat in the cramped class room, dark wooden tables, with scratched names on the legs and top, bubble and chewing gum embedded on the belly of the scared table. I sit and wait, begin to draw on the table, not wanting to be mischievous or bad minded but just doing it out of boredom and the fact that I can't be bothered to ask for paper or my book. Gullie walks into the class.

Name: Gullie
Sex: Female
Description: Loner, does not have much friends she can call her own, somewhat of a leech when someone happens to pay her attention. She's an animal lover, having a tortoise, cat, dog, Guinea pig and hamster, surely her house must smell. Comes into school looking like she has been left in her Sunday's best for well over a month. She isn't dirty but she's just a scruffy little thing,
Square shape head and a moustache is not becoming of a young girl not to mention she's always digging for gold and putting it in her pocket.

"Hi Rogue! You didn't come to my house this morning..." Gleaming with excitement that she's now found me I have to intercept her little rant before she goes on and on.
"I was late for the bus and went straight to Annah's house." I carry on drawing and don't even give her eye contact, "Please just piss off" I'm thinking.
"Oh, Oh, you and Annah are best friend's I know, but.."
Breaking her line of thought again, "Guls, get me some paper before I get into trouble and before I finish of my eye." Fascinated with drawing eyes, I didn't want it to go to waste, so the sooner I got that piece of paper, the sooner I could transfer what I had done and complete my eye for the day.
"Ok." and thank god she goes to get it.
 Just scanning the room now Stewart walks in with Dee and Miss Constantina, Rachael follows and then Ms Crowley with a boy walking in backwards.
The room goes dark and I see nothing.


He turns around, my eyes zoom on him like a camera lens, beautiful curls of gold and brown, drop to his ears and cheek bones, eyes with fluxes of brown, blue, green and grey, mesmerizing and big and well almond shape, smile, a smile with a perfect set of teeth as bright as the sun itself. Is this Cemal?
"Morning T-room this is Cemal, and Rogue will be partnered with him." Ms Crowley did me good this time,  wonder if I can recruit him? "Cemal go and sit next to Rogue, the boy with the blue t-shirt on."
He walks my way and his smile fades as he walks towards me, he looks around and waves to particular people. Does he know them? Am I the only one that doesn't know who this Turkish demiGod is? As he gets closer to my seat and begins to lay down in his seat he turns my way and smiles with those 32 suns in his wide set mouth with lips as pink as rose on golden tanned skin.
"I'm Cemal." He says smiling at me  and he stares right into my eyes as if I have a vortex to another dimension in the universe.
I don't stutter, by almost dribble spit at him, "Er, yeah, I'm Rogue" finding it hard to keep looking at him espeically in his eyes I look to the left over my shoulder and Stewart is looking at me with daggers. I can't help it, I didn't pair the two of us. She did and she did well, Bye Stewball.

Cemal and I played with each other all through play time and we shared so much with each other. Who would of thought that one newbie would make me forget all about Stewart and Jerome. Jags needs to get to know him to. Sadly he wasn't in for the week.
during a play time I ask Cemal to come to the toilets with me because I was a bit scared to go alone, what a joke and ploy. He obliges and thats when I introduce him to 'Bum-bums'. He doesn't seem that all impressed with it, it seems almost beneath him from the look on his face. When we leave the toilets we run through the bottom hall, I'm in lead in the middle of the hall.
"Rogue! Look!" Cemal has, low and behold unzipped his shorts and pulled out his penis, showing me. At first i didn't want to look, but as he pulled up his top to his chest and lower his short even more I couldn't help but stare, I was amazed and fixated on it, it was Cemal's "Willy". He's flashing me in public and the in the safety of the toilets. My hero, so brave. Little did I know that this would be one of Cemal's reason for being famous in school later on, as it wasn't only me (never the girls were shown).

Stewart, fuming at my new friend would say that he wanted to play kiss chase or to play in the bush borders of the playground in an attempt to winning my attention back, but I was besotted with Cemal. He was free and wild like the child have always been. He lifted my soul, as for some time I have been feeling out of touch with the others, needing and craving a new lease of life.
Stewart attempted one day to cause an argument between him and myself  going as far as kicking me and punching. To my surprise Cemal came to my rescue, not in the way I thought. Cemal turnt into a Tasmanian devil, he bite savagely at Stewarts arms and legs and even got him on the chest, while I stood there and watched. I must admit it was nice to see someone look out for me. No one ever did, but me.

Play centre, that same day, I am left alone as Jags after almost a week and half has still not come in. Where is he?
Just remembering playing with some friends that were centre friends but not so much school friends, I need to take a pee. I've got my Transformers backpack slung on my right shoulder,  the sun is starting to set now. I'm wearing a red and green tee, and blue shorts with black plimsolls (I must of dressed myself, watching Madonna, Jem, Captain Planet  or something). Running to the steps leading me to the toilets we have to use at play centre, as the ones for the school are now closed. Talk about inconvenience, i feel like I'm going to piss myself.
From where I'm trying to keep my legs closed preventing the pee from streaming out and running at the same time, Crash and land actually very softly on the concrete ground, the bag must have broke my fall. Dusting myself off, no one is in the playground now, they must have gone in the bush borders. Oh but I see this one girl, the girl who gave me funny looks for the whole year, but never did say a word to me. She's a Herculean, ready for the big 'Secondary school', she bursts out with laughter and so does her little brother, much younger than I.
What's happening to me, My toe and fingers are getting warm and hotter, the feeling spreads round my body filling me with rage, it's explosive the feeling wants a vent. I walk toward them both, "It's not funny!" I thought that screaming that out would help with the scourging aura around me. It didn't. I step closer to the little boy, push him to the ground.
"What, you think you're doing." She says to me
Without any thought I swing my bag at her head with all the strength and might within me. It was like the street lamps had all simultaneously started to flicker for a brief moment in time, a wailing cat cry deafens the noise surrounding us, a sheet of crimson rain gushes and speckles my face. And as I get back to my normal standing posture I look at her.
"Good." I say with some relief from the invisible flames that had lain upon my skin and soul. Now looking at her with one eyebrow cocked up, I see that my back has done more damage than what i probably thought it would have done. The sounds are now silent to me and I'm watching the once gushing crimson rain begin to slow down as trickles on her closed and hand covered lips. Silence, boy on floor crying. I open my bag to see the thick cylinder shaped, glass, Lucozade bottle at the bottom of it. Still half full. I pull it out and oddly ask her "Do you want a drink?". Pain in my right ear, someones got a hold of it. her mother is shouting a cursing me, pulling us both to the toilets. I can't really make out the words being said to me apart from sorry. Am I really sorry though? No. Two teeth down the sink and the blood continues to fiercely pour out, reddening the white porcelain sink.
When I'm picked up by my mom moments after she goes off on one also. Friday ended with a bang. Cemal would have been proud.

Saturday isn't all that clear, apart from when my mom refuses to leave me at my neighbours with my sister Remona. We're in Woolworths, the shop that sells the confectioneries, Games, Clothes and toys. I want a new backpack as her blood is still on it, But I've told my mom it's ripped. She declines my offer to being good from now on and tell me the shock of my young life.
I'm being transferred to a school that deals with children with behaviour problems. Closer to home, further away from Cemal, Stewart, Jags and Jerome and my dear friend Annah.
I don't know what came over me again, when she tells me not to touch anything in the store after landing me with the bomb shell, but......
In the aisle, I stop in my tracks, begin to walk at a slow pace, spread my arms like a Harpy eagle, touching both sides of the aisle and continue to walk. Cans and packages are falling down, the shelves are swaying and I can see in my mothers eyes with every shelve sway she is praying. She grabs me by the hand not saying a word and walk out of the store not saying one word to me or the staff. She hold hope in her eyes.

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Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Thank you: Memoirs of Marbie

Hello Homosapiens a big thank, no wait A Massive THANK YOU to all my readers across the world so far for reading MEMOIRS OF MARBIE. Didn’t realize I was able to reach these lengths or that I was being viewed. Thanks to, The United Kingdom, United States, Canada, Spain, Indonesia, Timor-Leste, Switzerland, Greece. Israel, Japan, Pakistan, Egypt, Latvia, Poland, Romania, India, Belgium. Germany, Italy, Brazil, Russia, Australia, Saudi Arabia, Emirate of Abu Dhabi and Austria. It’s been a pleasure so far writing on my blog and seeing you like the Memoirs of Marbie series and other blogs I do.
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Sunday, 11 September 2011

Memoirs Of Marbie: How I learnt to tell the time

May 1990, it's so warm and almost a year has gone past since my little rendezvous with Stewart. My eyes are closed, sounds of laughter, cheering, galloping children's feet rushing past me in small tight circles. I'm feeling at one with the ground and ready to go, listening out for my friends I'm to seek. "10, 9, 8, 7 , 6, 5...", I'm count down loudly as if I could hear myself amongst all the other children playing their games and assume my 'Getting ready to run' posture. Sun beaming down on my face, I want to call it 'A warm golden shower', but I know 'Golden shower' has a totally different meaning. Open, shut, still counting down, I swiftly open my eyes to scan the playground. Not because I want to cheat, but to make sure they don't make it easy for me to find them (After all hide and seek is meant to be hard fun not easy fun.) the breeze wraps around my neck like a velvet scarf, cooling me down and although it's warm weather my Mother somehow thought it was best for me to wear one of those Knitted jumpers (They wear the fashion then) and a shirt underneath (Come on Mom, I'm in a ghetto ass school and you're dressing me up like the Prime Minister's son).
Eyes wide open and I'm rapidly eyeball the playground and it's surrounding. Pinks and Yellows, Greens and Blues, jeans and dress and those Dungarees I wanted my mom to buy me. A train of girls in pig and ponytails dash in from my right spiral in front of me and continue to  my left. I watch them enter the first playground through the bricked partition that didn't make any sense (Placed there to keep the early Juniors away from the older ones, but no gate or teacher guarding the entrance.), I lock on to the gates in the distance, watching a hunched figure clenching onto the bars like an imprisoned tiger in a zoo scouring for an exit. I begin running towards the steps that lead to it, having to weave through the massive giant sized children (who in my eyes look hairless adults right now, remember I'm 6 turning 7 in a playground full on 9-11 year olds). Having to dodge through these tall, solid bodies isn't easy, they have more meat on their bones than I do (And being called 'Mowgli' by my close friends, means I must be very awkward and skinny). Getting nudged my these tall girls and boys who look like bloody Herculean, gods of the grounds towering me isn't fun and it hurts. Having to look up at them saying sorry and then get that look that makes you feel even more pathetic than you did had you not said anything at all. I mean my bump to them was a Bee sting on a Blue whales ass.
Found the chap i was looking for, "Found you!" I scream as I close on him from a few metres distance. He looks at me a begins to run, Damn Antwan is fast. He heads off to the corner of the older children's grounds, heading towards the hut in the corner. He vanishes behind the hut and I, skip towards it. More of my age group is around the hut than the teachers would want, but we don't care cause we're in the zone. Peeking round the corner I see all of them, all of 'The' popular boys hiding and chatting, thinking I'm not going to find them and there he is too, him with those wonderful, light, sienna eyes and an un-tough Afro, unshaped but still looks good. Jerome, little did I know what he was going to do.

All of them start laughing and we all smiling at each other, "Bum bums.", yeah that correct, I heard someone say "Bum bums", whispering is going on. I silent go into my own world as I begin to play with my wobbly tooth at the front of my, what adults say was a "Cheeky, white smile." I'm fiddling with it, it's not that ready to come out but I still want to get out (I wasn't a patient child nor am I now.)
"Rogue, you have to go again." Great, me, doing the running and seeking again. Damien looks at me and Nate partners the looks, the smile and both run off, I run after them. Damien comes to a breaking stop and I bash my head onto the back of his woollen jumper, tooth gets caught, he begins to run again. "My tooth......." Loud screaming "It's coming out." Damien stops, quickly I unhook my tooth from the stray thread of his jumper. Just a little blood nothing to bad, the tooth is still not ready i can tell as I examine it. So I make my way to the 'Boy's toliets' to clean up my mouth. Walking through the crowds of thick, tall children with my hands covering my mouth isn't fun, especially when they are laughing at you, almost injured, almost scared to go to the dentist, cause the pain I'm feeling now I dont' want it to be multiplied in the chair of the Dentist, I've heard stories. Ok, I see Jerome going that way too, "Maybe I can finally say hi"I think to myself, but really? With a mouth filling with blood, I don't think so. It's not only him going into the toilets maybe I won't even try and say anything even when I do clean up.

Pushing the toilet doors open, he's there, Jerome with the ever so cute and most handsome beanstalk, Jags. Jags, is cute but he did have these real bad bags under his eye for a child, goofy looking, mixed race boy, British white and Caribbean Black, Jags Queens was, he really was cute. Looking at them at the windows of the toilets that faced the playground, but were covered in window screen (Pealing at the corners), they are talking. I'm more concerned with my mouth that appears to be filling up now with blood. Bend over the sink, turn the taps on and I begin to wash that nice but horrid metal taste of blood out my mouth. The giggles and stares of Jags and Jerome are intriguing me but I need to finish up now, whispers and intervals of silence followed by that double syllable phrase, word "Bum bums." Finishing up I turn round wiping my mouth with my right hand, looking at them and knowing it's time for me to use the toilet. Doors are locked, they're in use. Two toilets for so many children, good thing I didn't want to go do a number two then. Have to use the long urinal. The whispering continues as I begin to pee, but because I'm so eager to hear what they are saying as they maneuver their eyes up and down on my person, I hold and stop my pee from come out all in on flowing gush (Wonder if they know what I'm doing?) Both toilets flush, footsteps behind me say they are leaving (Nasty bastards! They didn't even wash their hands), quickly I look to my right to see if Jags and Jerome had gone, looking at the last body leave the door, I'm certain it wasn't them. To the right, my head slowly turns and a see a figure coming towards me from that direaction. Heart racing, cause I don't know which one of them it is. And although Jags and I know each other from playing with Annah, I still get those raging bats in my stomach when he's close.
The figure becomes apparent to me to be Jerome, teeth gleaming, hands out in front of him with curling fingers, his spidery legs tip-toeing like the 'Nosferatu' vampire as he gets closer he disappears beneath my line of sight. Swift, fast paced, cool breeze rushes down my legs and right up my spin, eyes ready to jump out of my skull as my heart is making it's way up my throat growing and filling up with the excited blood in my veins. A sharp, sting and loud clack. Jerome Has pulled my pants and underwear down to the floor and I quickly scan the floor to make sure my garments have not gone into the urinal (No one wants to smell like piss in school, or ever.)
The loud cackle of a crone, booms through the 3 by 6 room. Jerome is jumping up and down like with sheer excitement, as if he finally found an Oasis in the middle of a desert. 'Pow' and another sting right on the other cheek, I'm beginning to think, "Maybe they don't like me after all."and as Jags jumps up and claps his hands in the most frantic and mental patient way, they turn to each other and scream out "Bum bums".
"Your turn." Jerome, trying to control his laughter says to Jags. Jags turns around and bends over pulling his trousers to his knees, hold onto the window frame with is left hand, Jerome slaps his bum, spins around and that catch-phrase comes again, "Bum bums". So it's a game and they seemingly do like me. They didn't do that to me to humiliate me and spread so vile, childish rumour in the playgrounds. It's a game and I'm forming a smile on my face and my eyes are become far more relaxed than they were, my heart is making its way back to his normal place in my chest and I really want to touch Jags's bum (This is all so playful and harmless surely if they are doing it as two of the popular few it's ok, right?). Jerome turns round "Roe, do me, my turn now, come." he exclaimed with joy, I haven't seen for a while. Jags pulls up his trousers and yeah I got a glimpse of the front through the crack of his legs. Jags pulls down Jerome's trousers and to my shock, his beautiful, coco-buttred up skin on his face did not match the ashy dry (almost chalky white) cheeks in front of me. I don't want to touch, but if I don't, I'll be the party pooper (No pun intended). Shutting my eyes tightly, walking briskly towards him, a bump, I walked right into his crouching tiger, but no longer hidden dragon rump. "Go on, do it"
"Okay, okay." I whisper. I pull my right had up above my shoulder and smack, I felt his cherry sized bottom against my hand which is now stinging just a little but I like it, I feel emancipated.
"Bum bums! Rogue you didn't it." Jags looks at me holding his right hand up for a high five looking at me with what it seem to be pride in his eyes. Have I finally joined some odd, childhood cult, not children of the corn, but children of them cheeks? Only time will tell.
Jerome pulls up his trousers and we all look at each other in a circle. "After play time lets come back, when the big hand gets to the 3" Jerome makes plans for a next meeting. I'm not even to sure what this next meeting will entail, but I'm in. He laughs "Roe, your bum-bum shakes when I slap it." Really?
"Okay, me and Jags have to go after each other, cause we're in the same class."I say with a stern face then a break of a smile.

Jags, Jerome and myself meet up numerous times to play, "Bum bums". When the big hand gets to the 6, the 7 the 2, when the small hand is on the 2 and the big hand is on the 12, these are time we would meet, after assembly in the hall, after during and after play time. Sometime in the dinner-line without pulling each others trousers down, after lunch. And Jags and I would play it at Play-centre without Jerome as he never attended. Maybe his mom thought he spent enough time with his friends at school in the week, there's no need for after school hours socialisation, who know (Marbie shrugging shoulders.)
I remember going home one night asking my mom how to tell the time properly, like an adult. She was more than happy to teach me, but would she have been, had she known as to why i wanted to learn quick and eagerly. I'd go back to school telling Jerome and Jags the correct times, and meets. I became the instigator  in this S and M game, rather than the follower. Recruiting some of my disciples of my own. Broadening my horizons and carefully selecting my unspoiled fruits. At one point I begged and pleaded for my mom to ask Jerome's mom for him to come to Play-centre so we could play "Bum-bums" at the after school group. It never did happen.

So Homosapiens..... Thats exactly how I learnt to tell the time, through me, being obsessed with the game "Bum-bums". How did you learn to tell the time?

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