Thursday, 22 October 2009

Dialogues Part I

Here's some flagrant and unashamed usage of the stereotype.

“You don’t understand me! You don’t know what it’s like!”

“I was young once you know.”

“Yeah, a hundred years ago. You don’t have a clue now!”

Daniel smirked.

“See! See! You’re laughing at me. I’m just the little teenager to you. I hate you.”

“I’m not laughing. Honest. Me and your mum, we just want what’s best for you.”

“How can you know what’s best for me? You never listen.”

“We’re listening now darling.”

Holly started to calm down, she sobbed through her words: “All my friends are going and they’re allowed to stay over. I’d look an idiot just going for an hour.”

“Which friends? And where are Brad’s…”

“BRETT!”

“I’m sorry, where are Brett’s parents going to be?”

“How should I know!”

“We’re just concerned for you Holly.”

“You just want to ruin my life! You never let me do anything!” She slammed the door and thumped upstairs to her room.

“So, shall we let her go? “ said Daniel.

“Yeah. She’ll be fine,” said Liz.

“So who does she hate more now!” asked Daniel

“Oh you I think. Definitely.”

“Ok. I’ll go tell her she can go.”

“She’ll think you’re wonderful.”

“I know.” Daniel winked as he climbed the stairs. “Holly” he sang, looking forward to the hugs.

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