Chapter 7 – Page 009
There’s a good chunk of this chapter that’s semi-autobiographical but I would never, NEVER talk back to my mum like this.
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Panel 1 (wide):
Cartoon depiction of Nancy’s childhood bedroom, complete with posters of The Crow and Nine Inch Nails and an Invader Zim bedspread. Nancy is holding a broom and doing The Horns as the stereo blares. Her mother, a sweet and understanding creature, is holding a sandwich at the door.
SI (box): ‘Ohmigosh, dun’t tell me you woz a copyright trademark all-rights-reserved Teenage Rebel!’
NANCY (box): ‘Yeah, that’s probably more in line with your expectations, huh?’
MUM: I’ll leave this by the door, sweetie.
NANCY: Whatever, tyrant.
MUM: It’s tuna!
NANCY: Tuna’s for lewsers!
MUM: Haha, that’s precious, dear.
NANCY (box): ‘All of the aesthetic with none of the stakes.’
Panel 2:
Back at the march, Deej rustles Nancy’s hair, lightening her mood. Maeve giggles.
NANCY (box): ‘My friends were there to burst the bubble, I could be myself with them. But that day was harder than most.’
DEEJ: Dun’t tell me lil’ miss Kurt Cobain’s getting tired?!
MAEVE: Don’t tease, you know she only takes on the establishment weekdays after six.
Panel 3:
The gang passes in front of a news camera and are reflected in its image. Izzie leans over with a water flask.
IZZIE: I told you to keep hydrated, you’ll tire easily walking these distances without water!
DEEJ: Gonna level with ya, I dun’t think a pub’s gonna let us take a whizz on the way.
MAEVE: That’s why ya drain the flask, innit?
DEEJ: Good god, yer disgusting…
Panel 4:
Nancy’s pocket buzzes as the pals continue their scatological discussion. She reaches in to answer.
IZZIE: Resistance is meaningless without sacrifice, Deej, and it ain’t like you got any dignity to surrender.
DEEJ: Iss not my dignity I’m worried ‘bout, Izzie, iss my immune system.
POCKET: brrrrm!
MAEVE: Actually urine is remarkably-
IZZIE: Maeve. No. Stop.
Panel 5:
Nancy opens her Nokia flip-phone and scowls. Maeve peeks over her shoulder.
MAEVE: …Mr and Mrs Brilligan smelling a rat?
NANCY: Nah, just giving me the play-by-play on their trip back. As if I give a toss.
PHONE: lunch at coventry little chef lovly sausage an mash house okay?
Cartoon depiction of Nancy’s childhood bedroom, complete with posters of The Crow and Nine Inch Nails and an Invader Zim bedspread. Nancy is holding a broom and doing The Horns as the stereo blares. Her mother, a sweet and understanding creature, is holding a sandwich at the door.
SI (box): ‘Ohmigosh, dun’t tell me you woz a copyright trademark all-rights-reserved Teenage Rebel!’
NANCY (box): ‘Yeah, that’s probably more in line with your expectations, huh?’
MUM: I’ll leave this by the door, sweetie.
NANCY: Whatever, tyrant.
MUM: It’s tuna!
NANCY: Tuna’s for lewsers!
MUM: Haha, that’s precious, dear.
NANCY (box): ‘All of the aesthetic with none of the stakes.’
Panel 2:
Back at the march, Deej rustles Nancy’s hair, lightening her mood. Maeve giggles.
NANCY (box): ‘My friends were there to burst the bubble, I could be myself with them. But that day was harder than most.’
DEEJ: Dun’t tell me lil’ miss Kurt Cobain’s getting tired?!
MAEVE: Don’t tease, you know she only takes on the establishment weekdays after six.
Panel 3:
The gang passes in front of a news camera and are reflected in its image. Izzie leans over with a water flask.
IZZIE: I told you to keep hydrated, you’ll tire easily walking these distances without water!
DEEJ: Gonna level with ya, I dun’t think a pub’s gonna let us take a whizz on the way.
MAEVE: That’s why ya drain the flask, innit?
DEEJ: Good god, yer disgusting…
Panel 4:
Nancy’s pocket buzzes as the pals continue their scatological discussion. She reaches in to answer.
IZZIE: Resistance is meaningless without sacrifice, Deej, and it ain’t like you got any dignity to surrender.
DEEJ: Iss not my dignity I’m worried ‘bout, Izzie, iss my immune system.
POCKET: brrrrm!
MAEVE: Actually urine is remarkably-
IZZIE: Maeve. No. Stop.
Panel 5:
Nancy opens her Nokia flip-phone and scowls. Maeve peeks over her shoulder.
MAEVE: …Mr and Mrs Brilligan smelling a rat?
NANCY: Nah, just giving me the play-by-play on their trip back. As if I give a toss.
PHONE: lunch at coventry little chef lovly sausage an mash house okay?