Chapter One
Ok, so life. Why is it so important?
I mean why waste your time trying to become a celebrity, or a millionaire, or an ... I don't know, inspiration?
It doesn't matter. We are all going to die. That's the thing about life, where there's a start there's an end. And that end is death. I guess my point is why should we.
Why should I be so happy and positive?
I mean my life right now is kind of ... Crap, really.
So why the hell should I be trying to get a good life when really there's no point, as we are all going to die one day.
People don't like thinking about death, because it shows how weak we all are, how frail we are, how human we are.
Leroy stopped writing and closed his book, as he heard someone knocking on his closed bedroom door. His new bedroom door.
"come in", Leroy said, while he placed the book onto the cardboard box, placed near his bed, still filled to the brim with all his stuff.
The door handle was turned and opened and Leroy's father came into the room.
"just checking your comfortable in your new bedroom".
Leroy looked at his pale, white bedroom walls, the wooden floorboards, his stuff still in boxes, which were placed around the room. He turned to stare out of his bedroom window, which was missing the curtains.
"I suppose it's alright", Leroy mumbled quietly.
"I'm glad you like your room", his father smiled, as he came into Leroy's room and sat down on the bed, " I like this little house. It's alright for a house in a little village".
They had officially moved into the little village called Chester-by, in Lincoln. This was their first night of sleeping in their new home.
Leroy stared out of his window. He could see a few other houses and beyond that he could see the road behind which led to the highway.
"Leroy? You are happy here, right?".
"Well we have only been here for a day, dad. I'm gonna need more time to tell you if I like it here, or not", Leroy sighed, as he took of his trainers, throwing them onto the floor.
"I know, son. It's just you've had a rough time back in London, what with your mum leaving when you were only seven. And the car accident, which ...".
"Dad, please! Don't say it, please," Leroy glared at his dad, as he fought to keep that memory away from his thoughts.
His dad gave Leroy a look, which was filled with pity and patted Leroy on the shoulder.
"Sorry son. We moved away to forget those bad times in London. And I, being an idiot, almost dragged up the memories".
"it's ok, dad. I'm tired. I'm gonna go to sleep now", Leroy sighed, while he took off his top, but stayed to sleep in his black jeans and space invaders belt.
"Ok son, well it's late so I shall get to bed too", his dad got up off the bed and headed to the door. He had reached the door and turned to look at Leroy.
"We are gonna be happy here, Leroy, trust me. Will make a new life here. Your nineteen and still young. I know you will make friends and you will have a good future here".
Leroy said nothing, while he laid on his bed, staring out the window.
"Goodnight, son", his dad whispered, as he turned the bedroom light off and closed the door on his way out.
