I looked down at my hands. Lifeless , tired things that only allow me to carry on. I look up and almost like a camera I zoom out to see everything. The old bench I'd sat on , falling apart , chipped almost whispering to be helped. Looking closely the names ' Myuriel and Shula , BFF4eva' ironic concidering well you know their names .The ducks and swans in the dim glossy lake ,look and almost scowl at me for not giving them , something. And me waiting , hoping , praying that something would happen something would change and still I'm sat here looking out at nothing. Ten minuets go by and I set of in the direction of 'home'. I call it home but you may say it's a dump. Two bedrooms no sitting room no technology a leaky roof in the toilet .Basically from my job I managed to scrap up some money for food , school and the fundamentals. Construction work wasn't the easiest of jobs but it was my choice. I thought about college a lot and where it could take my journey to ,as I turned my dainty key my house mate Michael walks by. 'Hey ! ' I shout across to him 'hey!!' He replies and then carries on. City College , the place of hope. It's where he went some kind of introduction day was going to happen and he'd invited me , Theo Duncan an 18 year old guy , hopeless ( in many aspects of life ). The thought stayed with me for a while...
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AventuraThe first of a series . If you like it please do give me your opinion and if someone steals this idea , you read it here first 😂. I just wrote what came to mind.