Smoking, vaping, stealing, riding around on electric scooters, yelling slurs and drinking. That's what you grew up around, nothing else, your mum was a druggie - mainly coke and weed, your father wasn't home much since he had to work to atleast keep the roof above you and your siblings heads.

Like mother like child ay? You thought to yourself as you grabbed a packet of lighters and snuck it into your zip up pocket with your wallet, leaving the shop.

The alarm began to ring and you ran, hoping on your electric scooter as your friend, John, hops on behind you, his arms around you abd his hands grip your jacket as you zoomed off.

"'ot the lights?" He asked, his Scottish accent prominent.