This is a story i have been working on and this is only a small section to begin with.....Thoughts appreciated please Tom...
Everyday seemed the same well that’s what I use to think anyway ,my school environment had the same smells and contained the usual circle of sectioned Juvenile gangs...
I myself always seemed to keep a disengaged distance from being absorbed into the mundane expected role of the behaviour for a fifteen year old, soon to be sixteen I may add…. Ahhh sixteen the age we all wished to reach was now casting its shadow nearer and closer to us, the school uniform will be a thing of the past a artefact to reflect back on, echoing the days of running down the corridors and teachers voices yelling no running in school… I never seemed to be a runner really more of a slow walker, in-fact you could say I border lined perhaps on boring, god did I just think that… I think maybe I will re-phrase my self profile of myself and substitute the forsaken word boring into mmmm lets see, ok the word I am looking to best describe my distant behaviour and ways is inquisitive, there you go self- redemption is a great feeling and one that I think an individual should do battle with more often you can’t beat a good old self-character assassination.



