Alana: "Oh, noting really. My main obyective for tomorrow is to sit and watch television." Her Swedish accent comes out a lot in that sentence.
Alana: "Good. Because faader only has Russian Malt Whiskey and muder only has red wine!" (She pronounces them faader and muder ((father and mother)). They are two of the few words she can't pronounce properly.)
Alana: "Sure!" She hangs up and slips a jacket on over her vest top and crams her feet into her boots then jumps out her bedroom window onto the top of the garage, and lowers herself down slowly.
Michael *Shrugs. Trudges to his wardrobe and changes into a plain White t shirt, baggyish light wash jeans and a red and black plaid shirt (un-buttoned).
Alana: She trudges down a few roads and turns into his, then throws a pebble at his bedroom window and knocks on the front door.
Michael *Puts in his Smiths tape then quickly runs down the stairs. Walks through the living room and raises a judging eyebrow at his Dad who is sat reading a book.* Wow... *Casually walks over to the door and opens it.* Hey.
Alana: "Gaaah! Wait! I hate running!" She walks up the stairs just as her phone goes off, she sees it's Joe and declines the call. She whispers under her breath. "Pig. I only saw him two hours ago!"