The Last of The Loner Boys

The Birth Of James

This was it. 

The moment that would make history. 

For those wondering, we are currently in a hosptital room as we watch a mother hold her newborn son to her chest. 

"James. His name is James." The mother had no idea that the birth of this tiny little human would change the course of history. James opened his sleepy eyes and cried, he knew what was coming. He had known all along.

As James grew up, people began to realise that he was different. His long fingers were always inky and his nose was always in a book. His mother had three more children, and I am sad to say that all of the other kids were perfectly normal. 

While other kids played with barbies and dirt, James played with fire. Litrally. When he was only 7 years old, he set alight to his shed. James thought it was amazing, but his parents had a different view.

After the shed incident, he visited a number of doctors that tried to talk to him. James did not like them, mainly because they smelt like wet cigerettes. So James just sat and nodded, he didn't say a single word. 

Years went by, and he only burnt 3 more sheds, two of which belonged to his neighbor Simon. He hated Simon, and he just assumed that Simon hated him too. He couldn't really tell, because Simon was 4 months old and had not mastered the ability to speak yet.

When he has 13 he brought his first trench coat, and he started listening to good music or as he would say "Not the crap they play on the radio." His favourite band was Joy Division. His favourite book was Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. Most kids his age had not even begun to read comic strips let alone Russian Literature. But like I said before, James was not like most kids his age.