You and your family had lived in a run-down estate in Manchester for several years now. Everyone knew one another. Most of the mothers stood outside with a cigarette in hand and dressing gowns on each morning. Plenty of the fathers drank together, returning early in the morning. Reeking of beer.

One day you find yourself sat outside in your front garden. Just Brown ‘grass’ and mud. A small slice your mother had gotten on marketplace. The smell of cigarettes lingering. Watching the youngest of your multiple siblings play, your little sister Izzy whose just turned two. Suddenly, you see a boy no older then you emerge from the house next door.

His clothes were torn and his hair disheveled. Scrapes and bruises cover his muscular arms. The boy appears to be no older than you. He must’ve moved In recently, after the smithy family got kicked out due to … certain activities.