Harley's Blog

Monday

That rich scut! Who does he think he is, accusing me of pushing that girl in the road? How could it have been me? I was stretching my calf muscles against the bus shelter, making the most of my chances to impress the pretty blonde next to me. The next thing I knew I heard screaming, and some girl from the bus stop had got hit by a green van! I ran over to help but I hadn’t a clue what to do – I’ve never seen anyone get run over before. Then that bloke with the crazy ties who’s always at the bus stop (who I’ll call TieMan) came over, bossing me around like he owned the place, telling me to not touch the girl and talk to the driver (quite young, with fiery red hair and the attitude to match). She was bawling her eyes out although she was totally unhurt.  

The next thing I knew posh boy started on me! He came up to me shouting the odds, “You pushed her, didn’t you?” I told him I didn’t even know who she was but he didn’t believe me and swung at me! It wasn’t that bad a punch for a snob, but I put up a good fight. I think I showed him what’s what and I don’t think I’ll be hearing much from him again.

Oh God, my ankle’s still hurting from the fight. I’m scared it’s going to affect my performance in training. I don’t think I’ll go to the academy physio though, just in case there is anything seriously wrong. That posh snob’ll have to pay if he’s damaged my career for good.

Another thing is dad’s girlfriend’s been on my case since she found out. She’s such a cow – she goes on about how I deserved what I got, and how I’m an ‘idiot’. I don’t get what dad sees in her. This week’s been a real downward spiral – it’s got worse and worse, and Sarah’s pretty much a part of the cause. I can’t say that she’s ugly or anything, so I guess that’s why dad went for her. He always was a sucker for a pretty face, and that hasn’t changed. I suppose that’s where I get it from, really. I hate her – I really should tell dad what she’s like one of these days, but I don’t know if I’ve got the guts to upset him like that. Maybe next week I’ll finally tell him what I think of her.