Robinson Crusoe : The Aftermath

First Part

The coolness of the dawn woke me up that summer morning when we were approaching York. I had decided to sleep on the deck of the boat so that, as soon as I opened my eyes, I could get that same vision I had kept for 35 years. While the three mast ship entered the bay, I thought of what the future could have for me here. My emotions were mixed after so much time away. I was happy to return to my country but at the same time, I had a mixture of other emotions inside me. I was grateful because god gave me the opportunity to survive after all, but I also felt fear; fear for the unknown. I would probably not have the opportunity to look my parent's in the eyes and ask them for forgiveness for leaving without telling them anything, as if I was escaping from some sort of curse.

If back then, I had only known what fate had in store for me? Damn!

If only I had listened to my father’s warning of the dangers of the sea, but we all know that young people do not listen to advice of older people, until it is too late to revert the situation and they have to taste the bitterness of failure.

In the distance, I can see Friday standing on the prow of the ship, with the wind blowing through his long black hair. He is smiling. His perfect smile contrasts beautifully with his dark cinnamon skin. He irradiates joy and he still seems to be amazed by civilization, in spite of already having discovered several other ports before York. I fear for him.
During the trip and after I started to have more contact with the rest of the world I noticed that my perception of him was different from the rest of the people.
Before the shipwreck, I had been involved in the slave trade myself but all these years of sharing together had radically changed my ideas about it.

How could I transmit to the rest of the world all the devotion and loyalty that he gave me during all these years?

How I could I make them see that he taught me the secrets of nature and that in his environment he is as wise as the wisest philosopher of the ancient Greece.

He has been my only companion for the last 11 years and I have developed strong feelings for him. He is my best friend and sometimes he feels like a son to me. He is probably the only person I have left in this world but others see him as a savage, an inferior being, using a colonial-ethnocentric argument that is just a bad attempt to hide the ignorance and fear to the unknown with the pretext of superiority. A reflection that makes evident their own insecurity.

How good it would be if every human being could experience life away from their own comfort zone, a completely different environment, that would teach them about other people from other latitudes but most importantly it would reflect those impressions onto themselves. Just like the mirror we face every morning.

The port was full of people waiting for our arrival. After the civil war between parliament and the king in 1642-1646 people became interested in news and my story had arrived in England before Friday and I arrived. When we descended down the gangplank the people looked at me and Friday with curious eyes. Among them, there were lots of journalists and our story seemed to be a big story.
-How did you manage to survive on the island for so long Crusoe?

-Is this savage one of the island’s inhabitants? They asked.

I answered the questions politely until one of them asked…

-How does it feel to eat human flesh? That question was like an arrow that pierced my chest.

-Who told you that I have eaten human flesh? I asked.

The crew saw skulls and bones on the beach the day they rescued you and everybody knows that in that part of the world eating human flesh is a common practice.
-Did this savage introduce you to cannibalism Crusoe?

-Don’t you feel any guilt after performing such a practice? You, sinners!

-You children of evil! Repent of your sins or we, in the name of the divine god, will make sure that your sinful souls will be punished!

Friday looked at me without understanding what was happening. I could read fear and anguish in his eyes. The only other time I saw the this expression in his eyes was during our first encounter right before he kneeled down at my feet and set my foot over his head as a symbolic way of swearing to be my servant forever. After that and during all the years we lived together on the island, I never saw him fearing anything. It was a nightmare of an arrival and definitely not a good start.

Second Part

While the captain served us some brandy to calm down our nerves after this traumatic experience, he gave us an update on the latest social and political developments in the country. In 1687, when we arrived in England, it was a period of religious agitation and confrontation among Catholics and Protestants, thus a period where religious fanaticism was common.

The captain explained to us that apparently the rumor about our alleged practice of cannibalism spread very quickly and got to some religious fanatics. That together with the common prejudice associating dark skinned people with evil forces, had resulted in such a welcome. He warned us to be careful because these groups were dangerous.
Soon, I learned that my parents were not alive anymore. I also found out that my father had left me all his wealth but since no one had heard from me for more than 30 years they assumed I was dead and The Crown took it all. I still kept some of the little treasure of coins that I found in the shipwreck long ago on the beach of the island but knew that will not last too long. The accusations of cannibalism against us were very bad publicity for me and Friday and would make the mission of getting a job more difficult.

During the first two weeks since our arrival, I could realized how much the world had changed in 35 years. I had been completly absent from it, and this absence had affected my perception of how the world was and how it should be. Also, during this period of assimilation to society that we were experiencing, I noticed a radical change in Friday. He had become a bit taciturn and he was not smiling as much as he used to. His enthusiasm for the civilized world had diminished. Every time I looked into his eyes I felt that they seemed to ask for a good reason to be where we were. I think, he could also perceive the internal conflicts I had in me.
I felt responsible for him. I felt that I had taken him out of earthly paradise and brought him to hell. I thought a lot of what was coming and I realized that it could be a bit dangerous to make our friendship too evident for “the civilized society”.To avoid more trouble, I decided to feign a more accentuated master / servant relationship, something that had never existed between us, but that could be the only way to justify to be close to my only friend.

After several weeks of knocking on doors without getting a positive answer, we decided to take the only existing possibility, which was to work at the docks loading and unloading ships with all sorts of cargo. So far we had rejected this possibility because for us it was the worst place to go to after the incident during our arrival but we needed to work.
From the very beginning, I could feel the hostility in the air, although it was not implicitly manifested. I knew that as soon as a good opportunity arose, it would be used against us. That opportunity came when I called Friday aloud.
-Did you hear that? , “Friday”! screamed mockingly one of the three guys working in the store room.
-Hi Friday! Nice to meet you! I’m Saturday and this is my friend Wednesday, the other replied, laughing.
-What a stupid name you have savage! said the third one that looked more threatening.
-You are the savage ones! Why do you not just respect this fellowman!I intervened.
- Hey, Why don’t you mind your own business!? Why do you have to intervene for this savage? added the one closer to me, grabbing me from the back and putting a knife on my neck. Friday scared, reacted promptly in my defense and grabbed one of those iron bars used to open wooden boxes and knocked my aggressor down.
-The hit was so violent that I had no doubt that he killed him instantly. When the other two saw the violent reaction from Friday they got scared and they just attempted to assist the unconscious man while shouting for help. From that moment on we became fugitives and that was the end for us living among civilization.

It is the end of another day.Im lying down in my hammock writing my diary while in the distance I can see Friday trying to catch some fish for dinner. The development of the events hastened the decision to leave civilization after a very short time. It was enouhg for us to realize that we did not fit in there. We left England with the help of the captain who smmugled us away. After two months back here on our island and eight months since we managed to escape, I can see that Friday has recovered the bliss for life; this is the world he belongs to and here and only here he can be himself. As for myself, I realize that after 30 years away from the civilized world. This place is where I belong now and I do not think, I will ever leave it. However, I do worry that one day the world will become smaller and those strange ideas of superiority will reach this island, this beach; to stay.

The beautiful Bond

by Seung Hee Jung

The beautiful bond

Craig gazed at the sunset and basked in his own self-pity. In his hand, lays a single white frosted bakery cupcake crowned by a single small candle. Only the solitary marker and the cup cake had celebrated his birthday. This really irked him. Everyone else have their own birthdays. Even his younger brothers had rather garish affairs. What did he get for his birthday? Absolutely nothing, not even a single utterance of “Happy Birthday, Craig”
Just because he was a foster-child doesn’t mean that they should treat him like rubbish.
Did his FAMILY care about him? That was the question, and in his mind all signs pointed to no. They couldn’t give a damn about him, or what he felt.

He was a tough boy, but only a human, never a moment’s happiness, no matter how he tried to gain some respect and love from his family, all he received was neglect. He surely wanted to escape and live on his own, but they were his only family. That is what made it just that much more pathetic. With family like his, you’d rather have enemies. With a sigh, he encourages himself with the hope of a brighter tomorrow where his life might suddenly be transformed into a peace and a joy. Unfortunately, this is just an imagination, not a thing to happen….

“Oh, fuck it” grumbled the disgruntled youth as he cast way the cupcake. With an instant sentiment for a drink, headed off to a pub.

The youth slowly slipped though the door of the pub and peeped inside at the interior. Someone might have put huge efforts to make this place look like an American style tavern.
“Time to get smashed” He murmured to himself.
He walked over to the bar and sat down, “Hey, Gimme something strong!!”
The barkeep, with a charismatic glance, low down his voice towards Craig.
“You look too old to be in here, Kid”
“I am 19” mumbled Craig.
“Well, then come back next year when you become 20” The old barkeep firmly stated.

With a scowl on his face, Craig started back outside, pushing his way through the crowded bar. He never got a break.

Buffy sighed herself as she gazed across the bar of Jack’s, her personal haunt.
This place has become her regular pub where she drinks away her pain ever since the day her lover, Angel got killed. Buffy headed to this bar to relieve her indescribable pain, with a slight expectation of meeting up with someone special for the night. So that for a moment, she could have a connection with another human being.

She felt all alone ever since Angel had gone.

Buffy was thrown out of her emotional monologue by a sharp impact as some one knocked into her shoulder. The impact upset the balance of her barstool, and sent her flying backwards.
She opened her weary eyes wide, and looked directly into a gorgeous pair of grey-blue orbs. Eyes which mirrored her own suffering.
“Err…I am sorry, I didn’t mean to knock you over,” muttered the young man who owned the eyes, as he helped Buffy back to her feet.

Buffy blushed. She knew that there was something about this young man which deliberately made her feel in need to stop him from going away.
She grabbed him tight. “Wait a second; I would like to offer you a drink”
“…I just got kicked out because I am legally under the age of drinking” said Craig.
Buffy shrugged; sat back down and pulled Craig onto the stool next to her “Let me handle it” she turned to her barkeeper and said “Hey, Jack! Two shots of whisky. One for me, and one for my friend here!”
The old keeper shot Buffy a sour look. “Buff, you know that I can’t serve…….”
In a sarcastic tone, Buffy said “Just give me the damn drink would ya?”
“Don’t forget that you are responsible for this consequences” moaned the old bartender.

As soon the drink was served, Buffy poured the alcohol to Craig.
“Drink up!!! My friend” said Buffy in an overwhelming tone of excitement.
“What’s your name anyway?” asked Craig to break away from an awkward mood.
“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, I am Buffy, yours?”
“Craig” replied the young man

With a bewildered look, Craig asked “Are you alright? If you don’t mind of me
asking…” For some strange reason, he wanted to build a relationship with this pretty girl who conceals her secrets of grief within herself.

Buffy froze for a moment, lost in thought “There was a young man named “Angel” who I have shared a love with, but Angel’s sudden death took away my life. He was my everything…I can’t forgive them, I will never forgive them”
“Forgive who?” asked Craig.
“The vampires, I don’t know what they do with these people, and the people who were kidnapped never returns.” With tears streaming down onto her face, she utters in a soft voice.
“Oh……….” murmured Craig with a slight regret of asking.
“It’s alright….so… what happen to you?” asked Buffy.
“I was grown up as a foster child in a normal family….”Mumbled Craig.
“Oh…you don’t have to say it. I understand..,” said Buffy.
“Thanks….I’m not in the mood to talk about it. But, you’ve had been hurt so much more than me” said Craig.

It was at that moment that their drinks were filled. With a smile, Buffy slowly lifted her shot as did Craig. The brown haired Buffy held her drink towards Craig, and with a look of irony on her face, she said, “Here’s to misery and the good company it brings!”

Craig chucked and bumped his glass against hers. “Cheers!!”

Through slightly hazed vision, Craig looked over the young woman at his side. Damn she was hot. She was even nice too, they could actually sympathise with each other’s problems. That in its self was something rare. She might be just what he was looking for…..

“Buffy?” Craig said.
“Yeah?” Buffy replied.
Craig’s eye narrowed slightly and he smiled with a glance. “You want to stop by my place, hang out for a while, and maybe have some fun?”

The invite has shocked Buffy clear out of her drunken haze and with a look of panic on Buffy’s face slowly rose into a sly little smile. In a love, sure of herself voice she said “Sure thing”

It was then when a humongous figure of shadow drew nearer upon them.
“Buffy” a grainy tone have faded the tension away from them.
“An….angel?” said buffy with a real shocked look on her face, accompanied with soft tears running down her cheeks as the voice reminded her of her ex lover.
“I came here to save you” whispered that little voice into her ears.
“……but, I thought u were dead!!” said Buffy, as she was crying.
“Come with me now” Just as angel grabbed angel’s hand, Craig stepped forward to protect angel.

“Angel, no!! He is not here to save; he is here to kill you!” interfered Craig.
“……This couldn’t be happening…” said Buffy as the massive shock caused her so much stress that she went into a comma, and therefore collapsing onto the ground.

Just as Angel tried to take Buffy away, Craig punched him away with his strong fist
“Don’t touch her.” Mumbled Craig, as he was acting tough to scare angel away. “You were killed from the vampires, and now you became a vampire trying to kill Buffy” and right after he said that, there was a very weird glare in Angel’s eyes that was followed by tears of blood filling his face, just before he vanished into thin air…..

When Craig got nearby his car to drive to the hospital to see Buffy, he saw a very disturbing black cat that had the same glare as Angel; he tried to get the cat away from his car, only to realise that his car was burning down.

He decided not to worry about it and take a taxi, he asked the driver to go extra fast, and then the driver turns around and says “that might kill you” said angel as he was disguised as the taxi driver. At that moment Craig realised that his only option was to get out of the car as quickly as possible. As he closed the car door he realised that he dropped his beer in the car spilling it all over the carpet. And then he quickly lit one his matches and chucked it in side the car while he was holding the drivers door making sure that Angel’s time comes to an end.

Rushing through the hospital after he decided to run all the way there, Craig decides to stop by and grab a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop. Craig runs to Buffy’s room and trips and falls over and crushes the flowers which makes Buffy giggle hard as she was awake.

“Are you all right?” Asked Buffy as she was still laughing

“Oh I am ok.” Replies Craig as he was blushing.

“Are you all right?” asked Craig looking at Buffy.

With half- opened eyes, Buffy opens her mouth, “Thank you, I owe you everything.”

“What for?” Chris asks

“For saving me from this…If I hadn’t met you there at the pub, I would have died”

“NO, thank you” replies Chris.

“What for?” Buffy asks.

“For showing me the best time I ever had last night.” Says Chris, just before he kisses Buffy passionately.

Beatuty and the Beast - Part 2

But it was too late; the arrow pierced Belle’s tiny body. As she fell to the ground
“No!” Beast roared. He emerged from the darkness and started to wrestle with Gaston again. Beast grabbed Gaston by his neck and held him out over the edge of the roof, squeezing his neck tighter and tighter.
“Put me down. Put me down! Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do anything! Anything!” gasped Gaston, fearing for his life.
Beast slowly started to ease him down onto the ground, as compassion overtook the Beast. He shoved Gaston a little and yelled “Get out! And stay away!”

Beast turned around to see Belle lying on the ground motionless; he walked over to her and went to pick her up in his arms. Gaston hadn’t left at all. He snuck up behind Beast, stabbing him in the back. Beast roared in pain. As Gaston pulled the knife out preparing to take another blow, Beast furiously turned around and pushed Gaston with all his power, knocking him off the edge of balcony. Beast watched as Gaston fell to his death, feeling relieved.

As he stood above Belle, tear drops started to fall from his eyes mixing with the rain. He lifted her up and carried her back inside. He softly placed her down on the floor in front of the fireplace and gently pulled the arrow out of her.

“No, no! Please! Please! Please don’t leave me! I love you!” he wept.
Through the tears he spotted the magic rose, on the table, which had turned from a bright red into a deep dark red. He got up and removed the rose from the glass case. He made his way back to Belle and as he laid down next to her, he placed the rose on her chest. He gave her one small kiss on the lips and then held her in his arms. “I love you.” he whispered and he laid his head against her face.

One of the petals dropped from the rose, and fell onto her wound. There was a spark and the petal flashed like a glittering diamond. Beast raised his head noticing the petal sparkling over her wound. He looked up and saw that the rain was falling like shooting stars onto his castle.

All of a sudden he felt a striking pain, like he was being stabbed in his heart. The pain made him fall into a deep sleep. Fog started to surround his whole body, as he magically rose up into the air and began to spin around. He was then enveloped in a cloud of light and his cloak wrapped itself around his body. In the cloak, his body started shake and change. His front paw punched out from his cloak and his claws turned into fingers. His hind paws developed into feet. A breeze crossed his face and his fur started to dissolve away to reveal the handsome young Prince. His body then slowly floated, descending back down onto the floor, as the fog disappeared.

Beast woke up, stood up and looking down at his hands he realised the spell had been broken. He knelt back down next to Belle and looked at the petal on her wound. Watching her lie there, he went to brush the petal off her chest, only to find her wound had healed over. Confused as to why she wasn’t moving, he asked “Belle?”
Her body started to flinch and her eyes slowly opened. “Belle!” he cried, relieved, through tears of joy.
Belle reached out to touch him, and then hesitantly jerked her hand back. “Belle, it’s me!” he said hysterically.
She continued to look at him sceptically, examining every part of his body, then she noticed his big blue eyes and instantly knew it was him. “It is you!” she replied, gasping at his handsomeness.

Beast wrapped his arms around her and for the first time, they slowly kissed. As the kiss came to an end they were greeted by the objects, who had turned back into his servants. “Lumiere! Cogsworth! Oh, Mrs Potts! Look at us!” he said with joy. “It’s a miracle!” replied Lumiere.

Beast picked up Belle and twirled her around as danced around the ballroom. All Beasts’ servants and Belle’s father gathered around them, celebrating the joyous wedding. Above Belle and Beast as they circled the dance floor was a stained glass window, with a picture of Beast and Belle in the centre of it. They looked up, smiling and started to kiss.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Beauty and the Beast - Part 1

The objects were all sitting around in the dinning room, discussing what had happened between Belle and Beast. “I knew it, I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up.” said Cogsworth.
“Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all.” replied Lumiere.
As they sat around, miserable about Belle leaving, Footstool came scampering into the room and barking towards the window. They all jumped up and curiously rushed over to the window to see what was exciting Footstool, all secretly hoping it was the return of Belle. “Could it be?” questioned Lumiere.
“Is it she?” asked Mrs Potts.
“Sacre bleu, invaders!” Lumiere gasped, as he spotted the mob of the villagers entering through the castles gates, they were all armed with weapons, including axes, crossbows and forks.
“Warn the master!” ordered Cogsworth. “If it’s a fight they want, we’ll be ready for them!”
The objects all turned away from the window and made their way through the hallway into the entrance of the castle, preparing for a battle they were all unsure of how to fight.

Mrs Potts entered Beast’s lair to inform him of what was happening outside the castle. “Pardon me Master, but the castle is under attack.” she said.
“Leave me in peace.” replied Beast.
“But, what should we do, Master?” asked Mrs Potts.
“It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.” he glumly responded.

Back at the entrance of the castle, the objects had all joined together, forming a massive barricade, trying to block off the door, which had started to be bashed at by the mob. “This isn’t working!” stressed Lumiere.
“Oh, Lumiere! We must do something!” replied Featherduster.
“Wait! I know!” said Lumiere.
Within a few seconds the mob had broken in, only to find the entrance filled with random objects and assorted pieces of furniture scattered throughout the room. The villagers started to tiptoe in, not knowing the objects were actually alive and ready to pounce. As the mob slowly got further into the room, Lefou unknowingly picked up Lumiere. “Now!!” shouted Lumiere.

As Lefou, who was extremely puzzled, started to look around the room to figure out where the voice had come from, all the objects quickly sprung to life and started attacking the mob. Completely shocking the men, the objects had the chance to beat the villagers and fortunately scare them out of castle. However, as the objects were too busy celebrating their victory, cheering and dancing around the entrance way, they didn’t notice Gaston take off into the castle searching for Beast.

Gaston made his way through the castle, peering into every room he came across until he found Beast in his lair. Beast was sitting in his chair by the rose, watching the petals slowly curl up and wither. Gaston wasted no time as he started to raise his crossbow and take aim at Beast. Beast looked up at Gaston, and then lowered his head in sadness. Gaston released the arrow and watched in excitement as it struck the beast in his shoulder; Beast started to yelp and stood up from his chair, holding his shoulder in pain. Gaston then ran across the room tackling Beast, forcing him out through the window and onto the balcony. “Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed Gaston.

Gaston cornered Beast on the edge of the roof, while Beast just simply sat there in despair, not willing to fight back. It started to rain, and the night sky was filled with thunder and lighting. “Get up! Get up! What’s the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” remarked Gaston.
Beast continued to look down, ignoring Gaston. Gaston turned away from Beast and headed across the balcony towards a bit of the roof, he fiercely broke a piece off. Then he quickly turned around again and started walking back to where Beast was sitting. Just as Gaston was preparing to smash the sharp piece of roof tile across Beast’s back, they both heard the soft, sweet voice of Belle, “Gaston! No!” she yelled, as she ran through the castle gates.
“Belle?” said Beast, relieved to see she had returned; now giving him a reason to fight back.
Gaston ignored Belle and swung as hard as he could at the Beast. But Beast turned and caught the piece of roof in his hand. He stood up and roared in Gaston’s face. They both grabbed each other and began to wrestle across the balcony, “Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she’d want you when she had someone like me? It’s over, Beast! Belle is mine!” Gaston continued.

Beast quickly escaped and found a hiding place amongst the gargoyles, in the darkness. Out of the corner of his eye, Gaston saw Beast hiding and snuck around behind him. With Beast oblivious to his presence, Gaston raised his crossbow again and aimed to fire.
Belle quickly made her way through Beast’s lair and out on to the balcony. Realising what was about to happen she ran out in front of Beast to protect him. Right as she jumped in front of Beast, Gaston released his crossbow. “No!! I won’t let you hurt him! I love him!” Belle screamed.

Beauty and the Beast

Ok I thought for those of you who do not know the story behind Beauty and Beast, I would give you the basics of the plot…

A Prince is turned into the Beast when a fairy princess realises he is shallow and can’t see past peoples looks. She also turned everyone who worked in his castle into an object and changed the castle into a dark haunted palace. To break the spell he is given some conditions to meet. He has to fall in love with someone and they fall in love with him in return before his 21st birthday. The fairy princess gave him a rose, this rose will slowly wither till his 21st, once the rose is fully withered the spell cannot be broken and he will remain a beast for the rest of his life.

Belle’s father gets lost in the woods and ends up being held captive by the Beast in his castle. Belle goes looking for her father. Once she finds him, she gives herself up in return for her father’s freedom. When her father returns home he tries to tell the villagers about the beast and how he has taken Belle but they all think he’s crazy. Her father then decides to go save Belle. Meanwhile Belle and the Beast have started to fall in love with each other and after dinner one night he shares his magic mirror with Belle. Belle asks the mirror to show her father and she sees he’s lost in the woods again and is getting sick, so the Beast lets her go free to help her father, giving her the mirror to keep so she can always look into it and see him.

When Belle and her dad return to their home, they are met by the village folk who want to take her Dad to the loony home. Belle proves to the villagers her father is not crazy and that the Beast does exist by showing them him through the mirror. The villagers then set off to kill the Beast.

At the end of the story the Beast fights off the villagers. He gets cut, weak and falls to the ground. Belle cries and kisses him better. He then turns back into the Prince. His castle returns to normal and all his servants change back into humans.

They all live happily ever after.

Now here’s my revised ending to the story…

Yes the characters names are weird, but I used the same names as Disney…

Let me know what you think!

Outrageous Fortunes Fan-Fiction Final

Scene 1

Loretta awoke suddenly with an intensifying urge to be sick. Running to the bathroom she hurls up last nights dinner.
Pascall who happens to walk past the toilet, saw what her sister was doing and shrieked “Oh no, you’re not pregnant are you?”
Loretta spun around and yelled “No f***ing way” slamming the door in Pascall’s face. Loretta then got to thinking, “F**k what if I am pregnant, that means that Hayden Peters got me up the duff. F**k he’s skipped the country, I’ll do more than burn his house down this time, I’m going to kill him!”
“Pull your f**cking head together, Loretta thinks to herself. “It had to be mum’s bloody cooking last night”.
Loretta drags herself back to bed, slamming the door behind her, where she spends the rest of the day hiding.
Sheryl arrives home with takeaways for dinner. Smashing on Loretta’s door she demands she get out of bed for tea. Ignoring Sheryl’s order, Loretta throws the blankets over her head and declares she’s staying put.
During the normal dinner bickering, Pascall sarcastically tells the rest of the West family that Loretta was puking in the toilet earlier that morning.
Sheryl leaps from her chair screaming “Where the f**k are my cigarettes?”
“I’ll get you a drink” says Wayne as Pascall searches for Sheryl’s cigarettes.
Grandpa pipes up saying “Oh my god, she’s not up the duff to that Hayden f**king Peters is she?”
Sheryl leaves the kitchen, cigarette in her mouth and drink in her hand heading straight for Loretta’s room.
Grandpa who is now rolling his eyes in the back of his head says “As if Pascall moping over Bruce isn't bad enough, now there's a bloody kid on the way".
Wayne glares at Pascall from across the table saying “Did you really need to stress your mother out without knowing the truth; she’s got enough crap going on with you at the moment”.
Pascall huffs at Wayne and storms out the front door slamming it behind her.
“Well Ted, I think dinners over” says Wayne. Grandpa gets up scavenging what food is left over and heads for his caravan.
Sheryl bursts into Loretta’s room, dragging on her cigarette. “Loretta what the f**k’s going on, are you pregnant” asks Sheryl.
Jumping out of bed Loretta says “Bloody hell mum, No! Are you nuts; it was your cooking last night, it gave me food poisoning”.
“Like f**k it was my cooking, no one else is sick. You've got morning sickness”, says Sheryl.
Loretta calms her mother down and tells her that she is not pregnant, that there is no way she could be and reassures her it is just a bug. Sheryl stops stressing, believing what Loretta has told her. She kisses Loretta, and leaves the room muttering “that f**king Pascall”.
Loretta throws the blankets back over her head, thinking to herself "F**k I hope I'm not pregnant, it better be a bug or mum's going to f**king kill me".
Sheryl walks back into the lounge to find everyone gone except Wayne. She cuddles up to him on the couch, lighting another cigarette. She looks up at Wayne and says “Why are you still here, how can you cope with this lot of mine”. Wayne tilts his head around towards Sheryl kissing her on the cheek
“I wouldn’t have it any other way”, he says.



Scene 2

After ten positive pregnancy tests, Sheryl says “That’s enough Loretta, you're f’’king pregnant! I’m taking you to the doctor”.
“No, I’m not. There must be a fault with the tests, I can’t be f**king pregnant,” says Loretta.
Loretta and Sheryl sit stunned as the doctor tells them Loretta is nearly five months pregnant, and there is no option of abortion; it's too late for that now. After driving home from the doctor’s, Loretta announces to everyone at home that she will be raising the baby on her own, and she does not want Hayden to ever know that she is having his baby.
“I always hated that Hayden f**king Peters anyway,” grumbled Grandpa.
Pascall who is still moping around the house, pining over Bruce screams out saying “I should be having a baby not bloody Loretta”.
“Bruce and I wanted to have lots of kids, we should still be together” she says.
“Oh come on Pascall, maybe you two weren’t meant to be, you’re going to be an aunty soon” says Sheryl.
“I don’t’ care, I have to get Bruce back!” cries Pascall.
“Loretta my car is out of gas, I need you to drive me to see Bruce NOW, sobs Pascall.
“Ha-ha, piss off” says Loretta “I’ve got better things to do than run around after you”.
“PLEASE!” moans Pascall. “I’ll do anything for you, please Loretta please, I’m begging you”.
“Fine, only because I can’t stand you f**king moaning any longer; get in the car, I don’t have all day, I have to open the Video Hut in half an hour” says Loretta.
Loretta and Pascall get into her car and head towards Bruce’s house, bickering at each other as they drive.
“Go faster Loretta, Bruce starts work soon I can’t f**king miss him” weeps Pascall.
Loretta starts to get frustrated with her sister’s moaning and speeds up way over the limit.
As they approach the last corner before Bruce’s house, a logging truck speeds around the corner on their side of the road.
Loretta is too busy yelling at Pascall to shut up, instead of watching to road as the truck collides straight into them.
Bruce comes upon the horrific scene minutes after it happens. Stopping immediately he dials 111, but is terrified to move any closer as he recognizes that the vehicle is Loretta’s.
Firefighters cut unconscious Loretta and Pascall out of the car, rushing them to Auckland Hospital in serious conditions.
Sheryl’s cell phone starts ringing, while at the pub having lunch with Wayne. “Hello, I’m a tad busy can you ring me later” says Sheryl.
“Sheryl its Bruce here, I have some heartbreaking news for you. Loretta and Pascall have been in a serious car accident, they are both in critical conditions in Auckland Hospital; you need to go there immediately”.
“What! No your f**king joking me,” screams Sheryl.
“I’m so sorry Sheryl, is there anything I can do?”
“No, I have to go” says Sheryl as she hangs up.
“Wayne, f**k the beer we got to go; the girls have been in a bloody car accident, ring the boys to meet us at the hospital”.
The West family pace the floors in the waiting room of the hospital. Sheryl starts to storm out for a cigarette but is stopped by a doctor who asks “Are you Sheryl West?”
“Yeah, why, who are you?” she says.
“I’m the doctor who worked on your two daughters; I’m sorry to inform you Mrs. West but we couldn’t save you daughter and grand daughter”.
“Oh my God, Loretta and the baby!" screams Sheryl.
“No, sorry it’s Pascall and Loretta's daughter Mrs. West” says the doctor.
“NO”!!!!!! Screams Sheryl; collapsing to the ground.
The rest of the West family stand their gob smacked as Wayne races to Sheryl’s side.
"I need to see Pascall right now" weeps Sheryl.
"Of course, follow me I will take you to her", says the doctor.
Sheryl and Wayne leave the room with the doctor.
"I'm going to see Loretta" says Van.
Van walks in to find Loretta crying on the bed, "I can’t believe it she says; my baby and my sister are gone, just like that".
"It's going to be ok Loretta, we are all here for you" says Van.
"I had a girl says Loretta, I named her Aurora”.
Van walks over to Loretta and starts cuddling her with tears pouring down his face "Thanks Loretta that means a lot to me, Aurora would have loved the baby” says Van.
Loretta cuddles Van sobbing in his arms. He looks at her and says “Aurora will look after her now”.


R.I.P Aurora and Pascall