George ( His 7 Deadly Sins)

Prologue

The wind bristled it's cold feathers as it whistled by and, the paths soaked up the excess water like a sponge. The day had been seriously grizzly, it seemed fitting really for a English city. Never had this country been know for its glorious sunshines and endless blue skies, no it had received its reputation from another mean of way. Firstly, being the Royal family a group of people the British tend to worship never will you hear a bad word about them. Then if you do it will be quietly muted by the hands or mouths of those ever so devoting royalists, after all we all have our hobbies. The other reasons for England's reputation as to why it was so well known, was due to our history and wrath of weathers. A British person could go on for eons explaining to you many key features of the past however, with all great stories there is always a set weather forecast. Usually England was victorious for rain showers, groggily weather and grizzly, grumpy old clouds. If this thing called sunshine appeared it was rare and, made most English chaps hide in fear of this foreign intruder. As a British man myself, I do not care to say I enjoy that orange, yellow, ball of stardust very much, whenever it appears. However, as I mostly stay clear of it we will not discuss that odd weather occurrence.

After all this book opening does seem all dark and mysterious, we certainly don't won't to ruin it, so we shall continue without the sunny weather forecast and delusions, and simply go forth without any further interruptions or distractions....

Instead we shall talk about something more realistic, what the weather was doing on that day. As the paths tried to continue their sponging, 11 hardcore, drilling drums hit the sky as a crackle of lighting hit up above. Highlighting the beginning of another show and, sure enough the heavens opened once more and the rain began to come crashing down. This was when a silver, ford fiesta drove down a large street. The houses were huge, and in their own rights could be classed as mansions, with their neighbours being atleast 100 yards away. This neighborhood enjoyed large gardens, properties and keeping what was theirs on their own land. Due to the time of day the silver ford fiesta found its way driving alone down this road, as every other car was tightly tucked up in its bed. Still despite this it trekked on, reaching the destination it desired. Finally, it pulled in to a stop and the left, side, back door opened. With some great strength a young looking girl pulled out with her an enormous suitcase, to which she heaved onto the floor and, wheeled out of the way of the car door. She then slammed the door shut however, to any third party the slam seemed so delicate that it almost appeared like there was no point to her even closing that door. However, she achieved it all the same and as this silver, ford fiesta began to start it's engine once more and drive off, she began to heave her luggage up the stairs. She soon reached a grand set of doors, that looked over her in almost an attempt to dare her to knock, to test if she was brave enough. Before reaching the courage to try and attempt to knock though, she shook herself dry from the rain and, turned to hysterically wave to the car. Returning on her heels, the girl gave a slit tap on the door and, simply waited for it to open. Eventually, someone came, to see what on earth was going on, it creaked open delicately trying its best to hide its owners body. Once it had opened, and the owner of the house could clearly see the girl and that silver, ford fiesta, the car throttled into gear and sped off. Now all alone in the rain stood this one girl with her luggage tightly held in her grasp, simply waiting for the owner of the house to let her in. Although, she felt it may need some explaining...

" What on earth are you doing here?".

"I've come to live here if that is okay with you".

"Absolutely not!".

"Please brother I beg of you, let me stay. I promise I'll be good, you needn't worry".

"Nope! No way absolutely, not!".

Oh I'm awfully sorry about this, you seem to have caught me at a bit of a wrong time. But still the same, were are my manners...

Now you will most likely really want to hear about many things, if not I'm not really sure why your here now but, the first thing being you'll probably want to know is, where I was born, and what my unknown childhood was like, as well as how my parents were loving and all before they had me, however I will not tell you all of this. After all those are only things you think you need to know to understand this story and, I'm here to tell you they are not. When it comes to such personal information I'd rather lock it away in a bottle, that can be smashed beyond repair so no one will know my personal affairs. However, I cannot do this so instead I will tell you what I feel you should know not what you want to know. So let us begin this tiresome introduction, before my manners seem to run away from me entirely!

Hello I'm George and I live in a average world, were we humans don't expect much but the ordinary. My exterior is tall, dark and handsome, gosh that sounded far better in my head, now I just appear vain and stereotypical to you don't I?

Well let's start again, as I said before I'm George, I'm also 23 years old and I'm roughly six foot tall. As my friends say I'm known for my dazzling, crested, blue eyes, with specks of granulated grey, to poke some excitement in for fun. My hair is a shaggy styled length and, it is a deep brown that I like to keep in a bowl cut to keep it neat and away from my eyes. Apparently, my face is structured with lots of curves, according to most I have high cheek bones and my chin is chiseled to perfection. Every feature that defines my exterior appears perfect. This makes me appear like an absolute babe magnet and, I'm sure right now your thinking,

' just great another perfect guy typical, one of those stories".

However, I've only told you how I appear, nothing about how I act, now I'm far from that sad, puppy dog past but, I do know how to play ruff and not stand down. So when I tell you this you'd better believe it,  George does not act like a perfect babe magnet he can be ruthless. That being said I do have to say I'm still a sucker for passing slight winks and, devilish grins to those who turn and, you've got to believe that I just love seeing them swoon!

I've lived for years now on my own however, now my little sister has decided that she no longer wants to live with our parents. Now that's all well and good except, the only solution to moving out of their house, as she cannot afford her own is to move in with me. Now as my parents are worrisome creatures and, were quite timid to the idea of a newly turned eighteen year old prowling the streets for a new home, this idea seemed wonderful to them. They could see no problems whatsoever to this move, so joyfully helped my sister pack her things. However, while all of this was going on they forget to make one teenie tiny detail. That was to tell me that this was actually going to happen, or in the very least let me have a choice. But no instead I get a tiny tap on the door one day and I'm sprung with this, as my parents throttled the gear and drove off at lightning speed. Honestly, I felt this was cowardly, to leave her here on her own at the lion's den but, I guess they did it in hope for less rejection from my end of the deal. Don't get me wrong I love my sister, it's just I have a slight complication...

My life is a little bit of a secret, to the outside world and, to my innocent little family I am a well raised, high, earning businessman, that works greatly for his company and is very polite. Now to those who really know me on the inside world, as we like to call it, know me as something more far fetched. I am a huge CEO corporation owner that works extremely hard to get my own way, that part is true to my family, however I do not care for risks and will play my part to get the pot of gold I feel I deserve. Although, I also like to party one could say I'm a bit of a playboy however, not like any usual playboy. You could put me in a room full to the brim of women and I would not give a damn, they may even throw themselves at me I will not care, after all my preferences tend to lie down a different street. Now if you catch my drift, and you were to place me in a room full of men, God I'd be in heaven, there would indeed be a God, and I  would tear up the town! It would be an idealistic setting however, as I said before this is known to people that are from my inner world, my close circle, not my outside world, like my oh so very, incredibly, innocent family.

So as you can imagine, having this lovely surprise hitting me, let's say I wasn't quite really in the correct mindset. Let me take you back a few moments later and, you will see why...