Lone Ranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

(PART 1) Who was Jade?

Jade came in to my life in the final year of secondary school. her uniform was threadbare and she wore old-school gym plimsolls. she was my BEST friend. and no, I wasn't GAY or remotely effeminate.

I'd just won the respect of all the so-called tough guys in my year by KO'ing a worthy opponent (well, in their estimations). I knew how to spar. I'd been a Taekwon-do prodigy. I was fast. accurate. I'd brought two pairs of Hayashi gloves. he swung wildly and I dropped him with a textbook right hook. he looked dead on the asphalt of the tennis court. he got up - concussed. there were prob'ly three of me. that's the name of the game. I could've been the one flat out on my sorry ass. he stayed home for almost a week. the reason for his truancy? I HAD A BAD COLD! the teacher believed him.

I saw Jade as some kind've anti-heroine. she'd come from a rough area. she'd lived in Sunderland AND Gateshead - Tyne and Wear - way up in the North of England. the whole region, she said, was heavily industrialized: steelworks. coke production. cooling towers. smokestacks. ship manufacturing. she scrapped (fought) with all the neighbouring guttersnipes: sons and daughters of gap-toothed dock workers who were all scraping the barrel. boys were her favourite. she would demonstrate - making a tight fist. JADE, YOU DID THAT? yep. the boy she duffed-up cried all the way hoom to his mammay. she wore her battle scars with pride. you'd've thought the girl was BUTCH with all that brute strength behind her. actually, she'd won several beauty pageants - and her good looks only got better with her 'mercurial' reputation. once, a pug-nosed prefect prodded her in one of the school corridors. Jade tore out the girl's earrings and casually gave them back. 'nough said. I cuddled my best mate whenever I knew something was wrong. the thought'd once crossed my mind but I told myself: if I'd kissed those lips, all the mystique Jade had would become an open book. and I, commonplace, like all the other spotty lads. the fact we were OUTCASTS seemed a lot more important to preserve. we were anti-establishment. the Grunge counterculture was just around the corner - and Kurt Cobain would become its Christ-like poster boy. Jade and I were the tinker kids of our school. and our segue into higher education made us even more determined to distance ourselves from the other students who curried favour. yeah. that was the diff' between US and THEM. we drove our tent pegs into the salt lake of an unknown wasteland. we weren't just skin deep . . . we had bones! common as muck - you betcha. guess we were very 'Romany' in that sense.


Submitted: June 16, 2020

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AdamCarlton

Given the passion you both seemed to show for combat, it's a bit surprising that there were not more sparks between you?

Tue, June 16th, 2020 4:00pm

hullabaloo22

Love the continuation and it's kind of relatable. I was the council house kid in a school set in an affluent area. I could have done with a friend like you then.

Tue, June 16th, 2020 7:23pm

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