Chapter One - The Prestonian Businessman

Right, I'll get into a bit of backstory first. Four years ago I came up with an idea for a story, this story idea (over the course of say around two years) became a series of multiple books. The writing I'm going to ask for you very lovely jubbly people to review was written a few years ago and is probably the only chapter that didn't under go harsh editing and altering as the stories in each became more fleshed out.

There is a prologue which serves as my hook, not a tremendously long bit of writing but it helps set up the narrative fore future books and side stories. This is the chapter of course following on from that, aiming hopefully to show off Mike's discomfort within the place an imposter of a role model.

Few words of warning. My grammar isn't tremendously great but hey (I would say it's the nighties, but indeed it is not) I think I can partially blame myself and the seemingly annoying learning difficulty I seemed to have been born with... great. But my second warning is really to all you who suffer reading it as it's generally free ,apart from the odd bit, of dialogue. Though the complete chapter is more dialogue driven.

I'll just add, as it didn't really dawn on me... the random contradicting parts, they'll easily fixed and I have done so now on my copy so I'll get around to doing so on here too.

Michael White had already been in once, back out, in once more before being turfed out... again. This time refused total denial to the tumble dryer after his late night shenanigans, or so his step father put it in that matter of fact yet always pleasing tone.

"DON'T THINK YOUR TRAMPLIN' IN 'ERE ACCUSIN' THIS AND THAT THEN TAKIN' THIS AND THAT CAUSE IT'S 'YOUR'S'! NOT A BLEEDIN' CHANCE!"

Instead he left him; retorting like past nights of bedlam to a half handy and utterly unsuccessful method of banging on the iron, flipping out the board and giving his soaking jeans about an hour's 'go over'. Usually resulting in a wet groin for time later and inviting rosy red cheeks tracked closely by an embarrassing explanation as to the actual reason for the wet patches of a sixteen year olds pair of jeans. Yeah, alright then. Of course, all this managing to be achieved while standing there, often trouser-less running the clump of metal back and forth like a deranged brick layer who roared each time he clipped his free hand on the underside of the red-hot metal.

Nonsense. Nothing more nothing less, were his Mam's favored words at her husband in her shrill voice; today at least and no doubt tomorrow and Friday and well into Saturday too. Mam's crane neck was elevating her oval head whist her budgie leg-arms dragged her face into the net curtains hanging at the only transparent outlook on the cloudy Wednesday dinner. World's nosiest Mam, step forward; although she'd no doubt twitch and shake her head at the woman behind. Unbelievable.

Michael had been there time and time before, cast outside to the kerb which ran the interior of the circular estate, drooping and rising and rising and drooping some more, burrowing into the fragmented tarmac; holding homage to only knows how many cigarette ends and trodden on chewing gum. His scalp running a mess with thick yet incredibly short hair raked back to meet, resting against the cold and mold encrusted bricks of the Little Lamb Light.

"You've got that right-" he muttered to himself carefully allowing his eyes to roll backwards breaking out in milky white circles, set into two egg-shaped sockets. A small rusting sign dangling, revealed itself; half missing letters, either fizzled out or smashed against the pavement in the midst of a youth hurricane. Once what read:

'The Lamb Lights'

Now simply and ironically read:

'Hell.'

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There we have it, the first time anybody witnessed that, somewhat opening to chapter One. As I said the rest becomes more focused on the interaction between Mike and the relationship between the two people he's left to call role models, his mum (Mam mind) is the one that actually cares for him and always has and will continue to do so. The rest sets up the a later chapter of course.

But on a final note, the prologue I've got written (I have got a lot of the chapters written mind) is the basis for the conflicts within this chapter. I may post that at some point if you so wish because it would clear a fair few things up in all honesty. Ha. But in terms of this 'part' I'm curious to see if certain problems I've picked up are actually there.