This is a story I have just started to write a few minutes ago. I have the prologue and chapter one done. Any and all cc is welcome!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Riger woke to the sound of his clock radio playing some oldies music that he didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t recognize. Even though he hated oldies, Riger had spent the last few years waking to Styx, The Beatles, and Chicago because he found that it helped him get out of bed easier and stay awake through his dull, monotonous life. Hitting the snooze button, he tumbled out of his bed, as if dreading the sunlight and the day. He turned on his computer, a piece of junk he had bought at a garage sale after he was kicked off the family computer. Riger was meaning to save up to buy a new one, though he had never got around to making any money and was so busy he couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t incorporate money making any time within the next few years, e checked his email, then turned it off. Riger was a boy of fifteen, living invisibly in an overcrowded Los Angeles apartment complex with his father Rick and his brother John, his mother having been t-boned by a pickup a few years back. His father worked long hours for a pool cleaner, though even with that, they still lived off of welfare and food stamps because Rick spent every penny to his name, bent on giving his children a good education. John was 17 and, unbeknownst to his father, a high school drop-out who took the tuition money and spent it on his red Mustang. As he trudged into the other room, Riger smelled sausage, bacon, and hash browns, along with the familiar odor of ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬ÅInsta-CoffeeÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

I decided to change the title, but I'm sure it will be change a couple thousand more times before I make it to chapter 10.