Sebbe

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Hi!

- Everything cool, or...?

- Yeah.

- What happened?

- I fell and hurt my leg.

- Playing indoor bandy?

- Yeah.

I hate playing bandy and all sports.

But they make me go.

Talk to the headmaster and

tell him you don't want sports.

Hi there, faggots!

The cocksuckers are here.

- Did we interrupt you kissing?

- They were sucking dick!

- Yeah, just look at his knees...

- F***ing homos!

- Ever see faggots going at it?

- I've always wanted to see that.

- You wanna see it?

- Yeah!

- What are you doing? Let go of me!

- Get him, Kenny!

- Come on, guys!

- F***ing idiots... Real grown up!

Let go! Stop it! Cut it out!

What the f*** are you doing?

Come on, show no mercy!

Come on, guys!

- Keep the homos down!

- Let go! Cut it out, you idiots!

Stop it, you idiots! Let go...

- Use your tongue! Use tongue!

- Let go!

You know lighting costs money...

- How do you switch them off?

- I've no idea.

You know how much electricity costs?

- No.

- Let me...

- Don't touch my things.

- Stop this. I don't get it.

Don't touch, or else it'll fall down.

- Get a life, Sebbe. Do something.

- You get a life, instead of drinking.

- Don't you talk to me like that.

- Yes, I will.

- You're such an ungrateful brat.

- Please, Mom, stop it.

An ungrateful little brat.

That's exactly what you are.

Look at me when I'm talking to you.

- Please, get out of my room.

- No, I won't. Stay here!

- Stay here when I'm talking to you.

- Let go!

- Sorry I'm late.

- Yes, you're late. Go and sit down.

- Did anyone read "Miss Julie"?

- What was it called?

You? Good. Anyone else?

You, too? Great!

- Great they haven't read it?

- I thought they said yes.

- I heard a "no".

- Well, I've had enough of you.

- Oh, yeah?

- It's always the same.

I think the others

have had enough, too.

Sh*t! Watch out. PMS-warning.

- I'm too old for that.

- Yeah...

Take it as a compliment.

Those who read... - If you read

"The Red Room" write about that.

The rest can write about Strindberg

and give your own reflections.

Sebastian, can you help me

fetch some books? OK?

F*** her hard, Sebbe.

What's happening, Sebastian?

You're absent too often.

If this goes on,

I'll have to talk to your mom.

- You can't.

- Why not?

She works night and sleeps all day.

- Then I'll talk to your dad.

- You can't do that either.

Do you want to talk about it?

Do you want this?

It's ugly, right? Or...?

Let me see... Give it to me.

Why haven't you told me

that you had this?

Why didn't you tell me about it!

- Give it back!

- Why?

Let me have a look.

I can't even open it.

- What will you do with it?

- Throw it away.

- No, why?

- May I have a look at it first?

You mustn't throw it away.

- Let me see...

- You just looked at it.

- Let me see!

- You brat, can't you hear?

- Show it to me!

- Well, look at it!

- You're late.

- I know. I'm sorry.

- What happened?

- Nothing. I'm just late.

I have a responsibility here.

- Get it?

- I get it.

Now, go and work.

Can I have my papers back?

Yes, they're mine. I'm working and...

- I can have one, right?

- No.

- I've got to work and I'm tired.

- It's so cold.

Can I have my papers back?

This isn't funny. You should go home

and go to bed. I'm serious.

- You could give us...

- What are you doing?

Stop it!

Give me my papers!

What the hell...?

Stop it! Go home and sleep!

What do you mean "go home and sleep"?

What do you mean "go home and sleep"?

Hey! We're talking to you.

- Hey! I'm talking to you.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Why aren't you in school?

- I have a late morning.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

Sure about that?

- Did you just get home?

- Yes.

Happy birthday.

Hello, Sebbe.

Can you please leave, Leo?

Sure, but...

Well, f*** it.

What's up, gays?

Is it the fag couple?

They prefer "homosexuals".

Are you allowed to see normal people?

Adde, not too close!

You can catch that f***ing disease.

- Got nothing to say?

- Gay!

- Nothing...

- Morning, boys. It's time.

- Sebbe, test time.

- Yeah, coming.

- Hello, Eva.

- Hello.

- How are you?

- I'm fine. And you?

- I'm fine. Is something wrong?

- No, no.

Well, I just thought...

- How are things going?

- OK.

- And Sebbe?

- He's fine. It's his birthday today.

I see. Fifteen?

God, they grow up so quickly.

- Well, have a nice day then.

- You, too.

Sebbe...

Can you come and give me a hand?

Yeah, sure.

- That's it.

- Perfect.

- Hello, Sebbe.

- Hello.

- How are things?

- Fine. And for you?

Just great. What are you doing?

You're black in the face.

- Just fixing a few things.

- I see.

Happy birthday!

- Is that for me?

- Yes.

Your mom said it's your birthday.

It's always fun to have a gift.

- Thanks a lot.

- It's just a little thing.

- Is mom at home?

- No, she's not at home.

Say hello from me when she gets home.

Have a nice day.

- Thanks a lot. Bye.

- Bye.

What the hell was that?

I got a present.

- You have to go and give it back.

- Why should I do that?

Because I have no money to buy

a present to her f***ing brat.

- You don't need to do that.

- Of course I do.

Now, go and give it back.

I don't want to argue about this.

Give it back. You hear me?

- I won't give it back.

- Oh, yes, you will.

- You put me on the spot...

- What f***ing spot?

It's Kenny's birthday in two weeks.

I have no money to buy him a gift.

Then you go and give it back.

- What are you doing?

- Hi.

- What's up?

- Is your mom at home?

- Why?

- I want to talk to her.

Mad about the fag thing in school?

No, get your mother. It's freezing.

- Why do you want to see her?

- Never mind, Kenny.

Hey, Mom!

Sebbe...

Sebbe?

- Hello.

- Hello.

Is something wrong?

No, but I can't accept this gift.

Why not? It's your birthday present.

But, Sebbe...?

I think you'd be better off

without me.

I'll get you a birthday present.

What do you want?

A moped, maybe? That'll be great.

Yeah, right.

Actually, I don't want anything, Mom.

Can you open the door, or...?

Come on, open it!

Are you still mad about school?

It was just a joke.

Open the door, please.

Look who's here! My boyfriend.

Hi, Sebbe. Got a cig?

Can I have a coke?

I bet I can get him to start smoking.

- That wimp?!

- Right, Sebbe? I can make you smoke.

Leave me alone... Shut up.

Don't mess with me. Beat it!

Guys, even better! I bet

I can shove a cig up his ass.

- The jerk will do it for free.

- Don't f*** with me.

- You don't think I will...?

- Show us!

- Sure!

- Don't touch me!

- Let go of me!

- F***ing a**hole is like an eel.

- Let go! Sh*t, let go of me!

- Look at him! Look!

- He's f***ing lost his mind.

- Hell, stay still!

- Let go of me!

- The bastard can't shut up...

- ... as if he's taking it up his ass!

- Hell, stop it!

Here you are.

- Aren't you going to open it?

- Yes.

Thanks, Mom.

Try it on.

- Does it fit well?

- Yes, it's perfect.

Let's see, do like this...

- Is it too big? No...

- No.

Sh*t, the porridge!

Oops!

Can you believe you're 15?

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