I've just wrote this Prologue and Chapter One for this story which I've been thinking up for a long time.
Please tell me what you think, obviously the main female character will get pregnant somewhere along the line....
I've changed the surnames and place names but some of what's in there is true. The Civil's stuff I really do for a living. Plus the High School stuff is true too.
I'll keep on writing but if nobody wants me to keep posting my next chapters then please say so and I'll stop. On the other hand I'll keep posting if people do want me to keep going....
Hopefully you will enjoy.
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Prologue
During the High School years Amy was one of the most popular girls in our year, she was head of her huge group of friends and looked cruelly down on anybody who wasn't popular. She was beautiful and had a great slim athletic body and average breasts and she was a straight A pupil.
After we all finished High School, the less popular guys tended to go on and go to University and get Honors Degrees and so would a few of the popular crowd.
Amy instead found herself pregnant with a friend’s kid at 16, she married him, had the kid, got a crap job and she ended up hating how her life had turned out. Three years passed and her droll, monotonous and boring life drove her to start using Heroin. She blew all of her and her husband’s money on her addiction and alienated herself, lost all of her friends, and her husband ended up divorcing her and took the kid as it all became too much for him to deal with.
Unable to cope with the loss of both her marriage and being barred from ever seeing her child she abused the drugs and now alcohol even harder, leading to her family to disown her and throw her out onto the street with nothing…
Chapter One
Three years have passed since Amy had been thrown out of her family, friends and old lifestyle, she was now 23, still addicted to Heroin and cheap Vodka, living on the streets and begging for change and scraps of food. The most popular girl in High School had now hit absolute rock bottom.
The only way now is up. But she didn’t know it.
In the 7 years since I had left High School, I had got a Modern Apprenticeship in Civil Engineering, spent 5 years at College and University, achieved a 1:1 Honours Degree and was now sitting on a £42 Grand a year job, I had my own 2-bedroom rented house and I drove a Jaguar F Type and a Caterham Super 7.
A big difference between myself and Amy.
I hadn’t seen Amy since I had left High School at 16, and to be honest, at that point I was quite glad. I’d heard snippets and rumours of what she had done and I didn’t want to go anywhere near someone who had taken that path.
I had always had a huge crush on for Amy all the way through Primary School all the way through until we had finished High School, in all honesty I still do have a bit of a crush on the visual memory I have of her, even though she had instigated some of my torment during my High School years.
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Whilst I took my usual route from the council multi storey car park, down through the city centre to my work’s offices I noticed the usual beggars, I would usually give them some loose change that I had, I like helping people. But today I saw one tramp who looked different, there aren’t many female tramps in my city, the women are almost all off the streets and at least into shelters. She was ragged, stinking so much that the other tramps wouldn’t go anywhere near her and she was so thin that you could see her skin literally hanging off her arm bones. She was such a sight to behold, she stank so much that even I wouldn’t go near her, but just in passing she looked somewhat familiar, her face was gaunt and she was sullen under her eyes, but her face looked familiar.
Anyway, I carried on as usual and got into my office, sat down and tried to get on with my work. But all throughout the day her face and the strange feeling that I knew her gnawed inside of me. I always worked late into the afternoon and would usually leave my office until around 7 or 8pm. By this time, on my way back to my Jag she wasn’t sitting there on the High Street anymore, obviously because all of the shops were shut and the place was almost deserted, she had moved on.
But that thought still gnawed and twisted inside of me all night, like a riddle that needs to be solved, a question that has to be answered; who is she?
In the morning I had slept on it and I had decided that if she was there when I went in today then I would ask her who she was. So, I took my usual route in, and on my normal quick walk through the High Street I saw her sitting in the exact same place as yesterday. I slowed down, a slight apprehension crept into me but I tried my best to push it aside as I strode up to the female tramp with the familiar looking face.
‘Good Morning’, I said to her. Holding a handkerchief up to my nose and mouth, her hygiene clearly hadn’t improved over the course of the night.
‘Um, hi’ She replied sheepishly.
‘I’m sorry but I noticed you yesterday and your face looks really familiar to me, might I ask you what your name is and where you’re from?’ I enquired.
‘Only if you would tell me yours first mister’
‘Of course, my name is Chris Markham and I’m from Eastwood and I went to Eastwood High School, I work as a Senior Civil Engineer for the Hornblower Engineering Institute’
‘Wow…’ she dropped her eyes from mine and looked sullenly at the ground, looking like she was hoping that it would open up beneath her.
‘Is something the matter?’
‘I’m from Eastwood too and I was at Eastwood High School too. The name’s Amy, Amy Reed. We were at school together….’
I stared at her, probably for too long as I took in what I was seeing. This near lifeless tramp, absolutely reeking of god knows what, wearing what must once have been actual clothes but looked more like a bunch of rags was the same girl who was queen bee of my High School year and who had tormented and bullied me all through it. I was completely speechless, in my head one sentence appeared ‘O, how the mighty hath fallen’.
The clock tower chimed above me signalling 9am, I was late for work, I handed her a tenner out of my jacket pocket and said goodbye quickly as I began making my way hurriedly towards my office.
Before I had taken 10 steps away a mad idea popped into my head.
I stood still for a minute whilst I formulated what I was going to do next. I walked back to Amy who was silently crying and I asked her if she was staying anywhere.
‘Under the North Side Bridge usually, why?’
I paused for a few seconds before I said to her slowly, ‘I’ve got a spare room in my house, you can stay with me if you like. I’m not fussy much but all I ask is that you get off the drugs and the alcohol.’
‘Um, yes please!’ her eyes were wide as medallions. ‘But, um, why are you being so nice to me? I was a huge bitch to you in High School….’
‘High School was High School, times change, people change, and I’m not one for holding grudges.’
‘Thank you so very much….’ She looked very stunned.
‘Erm, I’ve still got to go to work and unfortunately I won’t be able to take you into my offices, especially because of the way you look and smell, sorry, office etiquette and all that......here’s 30 quid, go and get yourself some good grub and I’ll meet you back here at 12:30. Does that sound ok to you?’
‘Yes, thank you so much….’ She went to give me a hug but I pulled back, she looked quite taken aback.
‘Sorry, I really don’t want to get any of what’s all over you all down the front of my suit right before I go into work….’
‘I understand’
I said goodbye to her again and I walked off again towards my work offices thinking to myself what I was going to do now…..
Please tell me what you think, obviously the main female character will get pregnant somewhere along the line....
I've changed the surnames and place names but some of what's in there is true. The Civil's stuff I really do for a living. Plus the High School stuff is true too.
I'll keep on writing but if nobody wants me to keep posting my next chapters then please say so and I'll stop. On the other hand I'll keep posting if people do want me to keep going....
Hopefully you will enjoy.
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Prologue
During the High School years Amy was one of the most popular girls in our year, she was head of her huge group of friends and looked cruelly down on anybody who wasn't popular. She was beautiful and had a great slim athletic body and average breasts and she was a straight A pupil.
After we all finished High School, the less popular guys tended to go on and go to University and get Honors Degrees and so would a few of the popular crowd.
Amy instead found herself pregnant with a friend’s kid at 16, she married him, had the kid, got a crap job and she ended up hating how her life had turned out. Three years passed and her droll, monotonous and boring life drove her to start using Heroin. She blew all of her and her husband’s money on her addiction and alienated herself, lost all of her friends, and her husband ended up divorcing her and took the kid as it all became too much for him to deal with.
Unable to cope with the loss of both her marriage and being barred from ever seeing her child she abused the drugs and now alcohol even harder, leading to her family to disown her and throw her out onto the street with nothing…
Chapter One
Three years have passed since Amy had been thrown out of her family, friends and old lifestyle, she was now 23, still addicted to Heroin and cheap Vodka, living on the streets and begging for change and scraps of food. The most popular girl in High School had now hit absolute rock bottom.
The only way now is up. But she didn’t know it.
In the 7 years since I had left High School, I had got a Modern Apprenticeship in Civil Engineering, spent 5 years at College and University, achieved a 1:1 Honours Degree and was now sitting on a £42 Grand a year job, I had my own 2-bedroom rented house and I drove a Jaguar F Type and a Caterham Super 7.
A big difference between myself and Amy.
I hadn’t seen Amy since I had left High School at 16, and to be honest, at that point I was quite glad. I’d heard snippets and rumours of what she had done and I didn’t want to go anywhere near someone who had taken that path.
I had always had a huge crush on for Amy all the way through Primary School all the way through until we had finished High School, in all honesty I still do have a bit of a crush on the visual memory I have of her, even though she had instigated some of my torment during my High School years.
****************************
Whilst I took my usual route from the council multi storey car park, down through the city centre to my work’s offices I noticed the usual beggars, I would usually give them some loose change that I had, I like helping people. But today I saw one tramp who looked different, there aren’t many female tramps in my city, the women are almost all off the streets and at least into shelters. She was ragged, stinking so much that the other tramps wouldn’t go anywhere near her and she was so thin that you could see her skin literally hanging off her arm bones. She was such a sight to behold, she stank so much that even I wouldn’t go near her, but just in passing she looked somewhat familiar, her face was gaunt and she was sullen under her eyes, but her face looked familiar.
Anyway, I carried on as usual and got into my office, sat down and tried to get on with my work. But all throughout the day her face and the strange feeling that I knew her gnawed inside of me. I always worked late into the afternoon and would usually leave my office until around 7 or 8pm. By this time, on my way back to my Jag she wasn’t sitting there on the High Street anymore, obviously because all of the shops were shut and the place was almost deserted, she had moved on.
But that thought still gnawed and twisted inside of me all night, like a riddle that needs to be solved, a question that has to be answered; who is she?
In the morning I had slept on it and I had decided that if she was there when I went in today then I would ask her who she was. So, I took my usual route in, and on my normal quick walk through the High Street I saw her sitting in the exact same place as yesterday. I slowed down, a slight apprehension crept into me but I tried my best to push it aside as I strode up to the female tramp with the familiar looking face.
‘Good Morning’, I said to her. Holding a handkerchief up to my nose and mouth, her hygiene clearly hadn’t improved over the course of the night.
‘Um, hi’ She replied sheepishly.
‘I’m sorry but I noticed you yesterday and your face looks really familiar to me, might I ask you what your name is and where you’re from?’ I enquired.
‘Only if you would tell me yours first mister’
‘Of course, my name is Chris Markham and I’m from Eastwood and I went to Eastwood High School, I work as a Senior Civil Engineer for the Hornblower Engineering Institute’
‘Wow…’ she dropped her eyes from mine and looked sullenly at the ground, looking like she was hoping that it would open up beneath her.
‘Is something the matter?’
‘I’m from Eastwood too and I was at Eastwood High School too. The name’s Amy, Amy Reed. We were at school together….’
I stared at her, probably for too long as I took in what I was seeing. This near lifeless tramp, absolutely reeking of god knows what, wearing what must once have been actual clothes but looked more like a bunch of rags was the same girl who was queen bee of my High School year and who had tormented and bullied me all through it. I was completely speechless, in my head one sentence appeared ‘O, how the mighty hath fallen’.
The clock tower chimed above me signalling 9am, I was late for work, I handed her a tenner out of my jacket pocket and said goodbye quickly as I began making my way hurriedly towards my office.
Before I had taken 10 steps away a mad idea popped into my head.
I stood still for a minute whilst I formulated what I was going to do next. I walked back to Amy who was silently crying and I asked her if she was staying anywhere.
‘Under the North Side Bridge usually, why?’
I paused for a few seconds before I said to her slowly, ‘I’ve got a spare room in my house, you can stay with me if you like. I’m not fussy much but all I ask is that you get off the drugs and the alcohol.’
‘Um, yes please!’ her eyes were wide as medallions. ‘But, um, why are you being so nice to me? I was a huge bitch to you in High School….’
‘High School was High School, times change, people change, and I’m not one for holding grudges.’
‘Thank you so very much….’ She looked very stunned.
‘Erm, I’ve still got to go to work and unfortunately I won’t be able to take you into my offices, especially because of the way you look and smell, sorry, office etiquette and all that......here’s 30 quid, go and get yourself some good grub and I’ll meet you back here at 12:30. Does that sound ok to you?’
‘Yes, thank you so much….’ She went to give me a hug but I pulled back, she looked quite taken aback.
‘Sorry, I really don’t want to get any of what’s all over you all down the front of my suit right before I go into work….’
‘I understand’
I said goodbye to her again and I walked off again towards my work offices thinking to myself what I was going to do now…..
