Well, here we are sitting in the waiting room at the Social Services again…me Mam’s in there with the social worker and I’ve skived school again to look after the little’uns. When me Mam said she was having another baby I just couldn’t believe it.
God, you’d think she’d have enough sense to do something to stop it, even I know how these things work and I’m only twelve.
So that means another mouth to feed and probably even less all round for the rest of us. I suppose it must have happened when Jason was living here.
I’m so glad she got rid of him and his bloody wandering hands. Honestly, if he had touched my bum one more time I’d have kicked him right where it hurts.
I told me Mam as well, but she said I was trying to cause trouble and he was just being friendly. She only got rid of him after he gave her a right good thumping and Mrs Jaffrey next door said she was going to ring the police and report him.
Mam reckons she’s going to apply to the Council for a bigger place, she says we’re entitled to it with another little’un on the way, in fact it wouldn’t surprise me if she’d got pregnant on purpose just for that reason.
It would be great if we could get a house with a garden and get away from this awful high rise. Honestly, the smell of pee, and worse, in the lifts is enough to turn your stomach. I always walk down the stairs and sometimes I even walk up even though it’s nine storeys.
It’s better than having to put up with that stink. Well that’s when the lifts are working anyway, mostly they aren’t. And I hate all them lads that hang around in the hallway.
You never know what they’re going to get up to. I always put me money in me shoe or they’ll steal it off me.
Me best friend Holly, she lives in a house with her Mam and Dad and her little brother. Sometimes I go round there and we sit in her garden and her Mam brings us drinks of real orange squash(not just Corporation pop like we usually get) and Jammie Dodgers.
Ooh, I love them…and chocolate digestives. Me Mam says Holly’s Mam’s a stuck up bitch, but she’s not, she’s really kind. She saw that my trainers were getting too small and she gave me a pair that were too small for Holly. They were lovely, Adidas ones, white with a pink stripe. Me Mam was mad.
She said we didn’t need anyone’s charity. I thought she was going to tell me to give them back, but she ended up saying “Oh, you might as well keep them. It’ll save me having to get you a pair.”
Mam says she’s going to get me an appointment at the doctor about me eczema. She’s been saying that for about three weeks now. It’s really itchy, and I know I’m not supposed to scratch it, but I can’t help it. Next time I’m at school maybe I could ask the school nurse if she’s got any cream to put on it.
Trouble is, I think Mam might have a new bloke on the go, ‘cos she’s been stopping out late. I’ve told her she should be looking after herself for the sake of the baby. She needs to give up the fags as well. She said she was cutting down a bit but she reckons that smoking makes you have small babies and that’ll make the birth easier, so she’s not packing in altogether. She makes me sick…she’s dead selfish. I get really fed up, sometimes I feel like I’m the Mam ‘cos she leaves everything up to me. She sits around all day watching telly and smoking, or she goes to her mates’ house and leaves me in charge of the little’uns. The other day there was nothing in the cupboard for tea except a packet of instant custard. “Serves four” it said on the packet. Well, there’s five of us and guess who didn’t get any.
Oh, here she comes. I should just spill the beans to the social worker and tell her exactly what goes on in our house. I know we would probably end up in care. There’s a girl in my class that’s in care and she never has to wear trainers a size too little or have itchy eczema. The only reason I don’t say owt is ‘cos they’d probably split us up and I’d hate that…I mean who would want to take on five kids? Well, off to the Council offices now, let’s see if she has any more luck now she’s up the duff again.