Born Under A Bad Sign
First paragraphs - continued
'What the fuck's all this then? Get in yer beds r-r-r-right now!' That stammer spelt big trouble for us. By the time she'd rolled her second r, I was in bed, the blanket quickly drawn over my face. I knew my mate had done the same.
My name is Robert, Robert Suilerman and, at six years old, I was a real handful. My mate's name was Mark Jordan. He was younger than me but we were like brothers, inseparable, or so I thought. I'd known Mark since we were both babies. I remember watching his small brown face staring back from the cot beside mine. There were plenty of cots inside the long room and lots of babies, just like us.
From the time I discovered the world had a blue sky, that grass grew green but trees grew taller, that flowers, insects and animals also lived there, I was with my mate, Markie.
'You think I'm puttng up with your behaviour? You're like monkeys! Monkeys! You wait 'till he gets home, we'll see won't we? Yes, yes we will.'
I wanted to be big, right there and then, so that l could leap from my bed and knock her down. I hated her, so did Mark. We both wished we'd stayed at the Manor with all the other kids. Why did we have to end up with such horrible people? They'd both been so nice at first but that had been a nasty trick, they'd changed so quickly. We hardly saw him unless we were naughty but that meant we saw him enough because, according to the Purdys, we were always naughty.
