George was a lonely child, he would always run around trying to invent things, I believe he will make great things one day. George often cried, no-body knew why, maybe it was because he was an orphan. He couldn't tell anybody, he had no friends. Maybe that has something to do with his appearance. He has freckles that show up all across his body, thick rimmed glasses and ginger hair, he also has odd eyes one grey and one blue, they're not the normal kind of eyes, they are deep, you could get lost just thinking about them and they're punctuated by the massive lenses that allow him to see without blur. He loves video games and hopes to make one one day, one time he played a shooting game for 3 hours on the trot, it may not sound very long but for George it was like a millennium, you see in George's eyes everything lasts a minute. If he can't invent something in an hour, he gives up and cries again.
One day he went to pick up the paper from the corner shop, he was only about nine, but the orphanage didn't care, maybe if they did he would have been checked out when he was a lot younger.
"Hello, young man!" Exclaims the shop keeper.
George doesn't reply, he simply grabs the newspaper, pays for it, exchanges one glance and walks out the 'semi-automatic' door. I say semi because only half the time it wouldn't open. This would almost always make a girl scream, or a little baby cry. That gave George a headache and would try and get out as fast as he could. The shop was a graffiti hole and looked as if no-one owned it, it also had a giant sign that read "Yane's general store'
