Chapter 1; Home

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One day in a estate in a flat estate in Bradford, there was a boy, called Jack, it's me by the way, I can admit, I speak with slang, I hang around sometimes with the wrong people at the wrong time! I can see that I'm a hand full to be with. It does drive me mad when everyone thinks that I smoke, I don't. Anyway... Here it goes...

Like I said in a flat estate there lived me, my little sister Jen and my mum, Chrissy. We're the kind of people who like to have fun, I'm the eldest child, I'm 14 and my little sister is 11. I don't want to mention my dad, he can be a right twat! He doesn't get the consept of us, everytime he got home, there would be a beating then sleep.

Anyway the day of the 23rd. I stopped and looked out of the window.. Why? I didn't know why anything was happening at this very moment. I got quite nervous. I didn't know why I was in the wrong part of town. Why did I grow up like this... I don't know, I think the world don't like me. As soon as I looked out of that condensed window. I looked for something, anything. Suddenly my sister came running in. Crying. I gave her a hug and then my dad ran in with a belt. I lugged myself towards him. I pushed him to the ground and got the belt an hit him. He was unconscious. Me and my sister left the room. There wasn't anything there. I went to my mum and told her what happened. She shouted "WHY DID YOU DO THAT FOR!!!!!!".

As I packed my lunch and walked out of the door. Paramedics arrived. I walked right passed them, as I got to the end of the hall way, I stood still and I just.... Cried..... That's all I did and wanted to do..... Cry..... Why did this happen I don't know. I just carried on crying. I hadn't cried in years. Get hold of yourself jack, I kept saying to myself. There was nothing here for me.

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