7:35 am

Do you ever wake up and feel like you would set the world on fire just to see it burn? This is the exact thought that was running through Jack Donaghue’s head, after being woken up at 7:35 am on a Monday morning by his screaming mother. Jack and his mother live alone in a two bedroom house in one of the most undesirable areas in Dover. It was one of the most undesirable areas mainly because of the sort of people who lived there. On every street corner you could find either an underage dealer, or an overage addict waiting for one. There where petty gang fights every few weeks with at least one person and there bereaved parents ending up in hospital.

As Jack wearily climbed out of bed to get dressed for school, he reflected on the Summer holiday that had seemed to fly past and realised, that once again he had done nothing worth mentioning. Because Jack lived where he did, most parents where unwilling to let there sons and daughters venture into an active war zone, on the fear that they would either be killed on sight or turned into a drug mule. It was this fact that meant that Jack had had nobody over to stay in the holidays. He had spent the six weeks playing on his game console, reading and watching his neighbours periodically appear on Jeremy Kyle.