SKINS LE LIVRE

Je vous avez parlé d'un 1er livre sur skins, voici le 2éme tome. En effet, après SKINS:THE NOVEL voici Skins 5 Summer Holidays: The Novel écrit par Jess Brittain et disponible en pré-commande sur Amazon.

Le livre concerne notre 3éme génération.

Lien amazon=http://www.amazon.co.uk/Skins-v-2-Summer-Holiday/dp/1444903098/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1299255323&sr=8-7

Voici des extraits:

1-RICH:

Rich

The Van, Central Bristol, 10pm

Driving around Bristol at ten at night is like entering the high-security unit of a prison for the mentally retarded. Everywhere I look are girls dressed like porno stars, tottering around in cheap heels with their cheap faces, desperately hoping they look like Ke$ha but actually looking like Britney Spears in the middle of her breakdown. The worst is when they’ve had a few and they catch their heel on the pavement while they walk and it makes that sound. That’s the sound of commercial girls at their worst. It’s a sound which makes me understand those teenage shooters in America, because not only do the fucking sheep walk around looking like slutted-up clones, but they’re pleased about it. They genuinely believe that there is some great sense of success to be had by looking like everyone else, getting off your tits and getting felt up by some random who you won’t be able to pick out of a line-up afterwards because they All. Look. The. Fucking. Same.

I’d been trying to explain these sentiments to Alo, but there was no talking him down off the cloud of passing the driving test, or the fact that we were in the middle of whore clone-ville and he had some wheels, a fact he genuinely believed guaranteed his dick seeing imminent action.

If he makes me get out of the van into the cesspit of central Bristol on a Saturday night, I think I may have to vomit in his face until he lets me off.

‘So, where shall we go my esteemed guest? The world is our oyster.’

He really was into this. I hadn’t seen him this happy in weeks, not since he’d been having to work on the farm after we’d finished exams and his dad gave him his reward. When his dad brought out the van I thought he was going to faint. I have to admit, even I like the van. In here, we’re safe from the guys who think the way I dress is all the excuse needed to start on me. Not that I’m scared, I just don’t do brain-dead confrontation quite as well as them.

‘The Keller?’ I asked hopefully, suggesting the least intimidating and best metalhead pub in Bristol.

‘No way! At best there’ll be about three girls in there, and they’ll be fat metalheads too. I am using my veto, Richard.’

‘Fine. That’s just fine. If you want to prostrate yourself around to girls who, let’s be honest mate, see you as some farmboy loser that they’d get with only in the event of a nuclear attack and possibly not even then, then that’s fine.’

‘Bit harsh, mate . . .’

‘Sorry. You’re not that bad, I know that. It’s just less obvious to girls who’ve been taught to look for perma tans and shirts when they consider guys.’

‘Gotcha. We’d be better off at a house party don’t you think? I swear that guy from school said he was having one tonight, remember Keyon?’

‘The posh boy who wants to be poor?’

‘That’s the one. He’s squatting now in St Werburghs with some of the other hippies. We should go.’

‘Fine, but first sign of actual taunting or generic insults and I’m out, OK?’

‘Done!’

He started to sing then, one of his stupid made-up songs about getting some. I wanted to hate it, but I didn’t. He makes me laugh. I caught myself start singing along to the chorus and he turned to me smiling like an idiot, raising his voice. I stopped pretty quickly.

2-NICK:

Nick

Nick’s Room, 8.30am

I woke up to the sound of boxes being hauled across the landing. It took me a minute to realize what was going on but when I did I felt myself stiffen. Dad was moving Matty’s stuff out of his bedroom and into the room that holds all the other shit which reminds him of stuff he can’t deal with, i.e. my mother. I wondered, if I got up would he make me help? Not sure I can handle that just yet. Better to make myself scarce and hope he’s not whipping himself up into a frenzy.

I pulled out my phone and hit the group message option marked ‘the boys’.

Wake up your little knobs, it’s time for shits and giggles. Meet you at the field in 30 mins.

I jumped out of bed, showered and did a few exercises for good measure. I looked in the mirror and was suitably impressed with what I saw. Just a few press-ups and sit-ups and everything was where it should be. Ripped and ready.

‘Where are you off to? I need a hand here.’

Dad was struggling along with what looked like a box of ten-year-old trophies. From back when Matty gave a shit about his sport.

‘No can do Dad, captain business, can’t be put on hold, sorry.’

‘No problem. The boys need good leadership. Don’t take any prisoners son, sport and a pussy attitude don’t mix. You remember that it’s rugby that has got you into Roundview. You’re only there because we assured Professor Blood you’ll win matches.’

‘I know that, Dad.’ I sighed remembering the Ds on my GCSE results page.

‘Don’t let us down, OK?’

I felt my body tense at the thought. I wouldn’t let that happen. ‘All under control, Dad.’ I smiled.

I sprinted down the stairs before he could say anything else.

3-GRACE ET MINI:

Grace

Mini and Liv appeared on the dance floor, their arms around each other.

‘Gracie!’ Mini yelled, waving me over to their spot.

I joined in as they danced, Liv’s arms twisted round Mini’s waist, their legs intertwined. Mini smiled, raising her arms into the air. I felt a familiar pang of jealousy as they danced closer and closer, giggling at each other. Liv leaned forward and kissed Mini on the lips, slowly. Mini kissed back, her tongue darting into Liv’s mouth for a second. They broke apart laughing like nutters, falling into each other. The guys around us were beginning to look and cheer. Which was the point I suppose.

Liv looked round and spotted me dancing on the spot. She pulled me closer and we danced all together, our arms around each other. Mini reached up with her camera and took a picture of us from above, and then one of our shoes, dancing together. They’d be up on Facebook tomorrow, ‘Naughty night out.’ or something similar.

Liv broke apart and started pulling Mini’s hand.

‘I want a fag!’ she yelled and we followed her towards the smoking area. They held hands all the way. I followed behind.

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Je vous rapelle que skins the novel est en vente sur amazon.  Ce roman suit les aventures des 8 personnages de la troisième saison de Skins durant le stage d’été. Effy, Freddie, JJ, Cook, Naomi, Pandora, Thomas, Emily et Katie essayent tous de faire face aux évènements qui se sont déroulés à la fin de la 3ème saison.

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