My name is Valerie Quinn.
I'm 16 years old,
and I come from a place called
Derry, or Londonderry,
depending on your persuasion,
a troubled little corner in the
Northwest of Ireland.
It's fair to say I have a somewhat
complicated relationship
with my home town.
You see, the thing about
living in Derry is,
there's nowhere to hide.
Everybody knows everybody, knows
everything about everybody,
and sometimes all I really want...
...is to be simply left alone.
"Is that my diary?"
"She's gone too far this time, Mammy,
What next? Trying on my knickers?"
Erin exclaims
"Don't say "knickers" in front of
your father, he can't cope!" Mary scolds Erin.
"Sure, what's a pair of knickers
between cousins?" Orla asks.
"Less of the knickers!" Mary gives out.
"Knickers, Knickers, kni-" Val gets cut off by her mother's death stare, and immediately stops.
"I won't put up with it any more!" Erin exclaims,"Teenagers have rights now, you know."
"Don't be ridiculous!" Mary gives out.
"They do, Ma!"
"It's true. Sure, Macaulay Culkin
might be divorcing his parents." Erin tells her mother.
"They're bombing the bridge,
apparently!" Joe says.
"No." Mary says.
Suspicions were
raised when a hijacked van...
"Oh, dear God,no,does this mean they can't get to
school? I've had a whole summer of it,
Gerry.She's melting my head."
Major traffic
disruptions are anticipated...
"All right, Sarah." Mary greets her sister.
"Them weans shouldn't have to
take the bus to school," Joe says,
"You should be driving them, you
useless shite."
"I have to work, Joe. Work?" Gerry snaps back
"Ha-ha! Is that what you call it?"
"Yes."
" Why don't you just leave my
Mary alone?"
"Because we've been married for 17
years, Joe! We have two children,and because we're in love with each
other." Gerry scoffs.
"Oh, bunk. I'll find some dirt on you
yet, boy."
"We'd better head!" Val says, getting up.
"Hey!" Mary stops the girls.
"What do you think you're playing at Erin?! Where's your blazer?" Mary asks.
"I"'ve decided to put my own spin on
the uniform this year." Erin informs her mother.
"I'll spin you across that floor.Get your blazer on." Mary gives out, yet again.
"Look, Mammy. I'm not a clone.I should be allowed to express my
individuality.I'm sorry. I'm not wearing my
blazer.End of story."
"Gerry, pass me the wooden spoon."
"What's all this?I thought we were going to be
individuals this year?!" Clare asks
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Derry Girl And A Wee English Fella
الفكاهةMy name is Val/Valerie Quinn. I'm from Londonderry or just Derry. I have 2 amazing best friends, a sister Erin, and my cousin Orla. And my boyfriend James :) .
