Hey guys and gals! I have a story to write for my english class, and I'd like to post what I have so far. Tell me what you think! Don was a young man, in his late teens, age 18 going on 19. Don was the goofy kind of kid that everyone could get along with, a nice guy. He was lanky, and thin, with messy brown hair. He wasnt the smartest of all people, but managed his life decently, and was earning a good income from his work at a local music store. Music and his friends was Dons life. Never play any instruments, but he was very open to all sorts of music, and how bands worked. He acknowledged the wonders and the power of the notes and sounds. Don lived with his widowed mum in an apartment, near the city centre of Glasgow. Joannes Dons mother husband died when Don was just 3 years old. Don was much like his father, James, except he had a dark and mysterious side, which got him killed in the end Don was down to earth, and thought about life a lot, especially a memory that stuck in his mind from when he was a little boy. He couldnt remember if it had been a dream or not, but often thought about it deeply, and sometimes expanded the scene. Well be back. there would be some banging, things being thrown around, a young women crying and a practically invisible shadow. The memory was dark, and short. It didnt trouble him enough to go to his mother and ask about it maybe it had something to do with the disappearance of his father? Hey, you going to Matts party, right? Sure, why not, something to do. Don replied to his friend Jason. Great, Ill pick you up at 7, we can gate crash, and rock the place, woohoo! the comment lined with Dons dry sarcasm. His beer tasted bitter. Don wondered why a cold bottle of Stella was his favourite drink, even thought it seemed so awful. Oh well, down the hatch, he giggled as he thought. Alright my man! Jason yelled. Whaaaazzaaaa!!! Don screamed back. His drink as defiantly getting to him. HEY! Move, what the hell do you think your doing? Ouch, watch it! random people spoke out as the front door of Matts house opened. You. A middle aged man pointed to Don. Come outside, I want to talk to you. Im NOT telling you twice. Don instantly knew this wasnt good. He was a skinhead, didnt look pretty. The black leather gloves with sparkly dots didnt look too pleasing, either. He got up, and walked outside, and everyone continued with his or her business, figured it was an old friend with Dons dope. Jason took Dons seat on the couch and chatted with the people surrounding him. Heh, the man grunted. He hit Don. A full blow to the jaw, he stumbled and fell to the ground. Despite this mans size he was strong. Take this, the man handed Don a yellow pill. Eat it, now. His tone sharpened, and Don did what he was told. A bad idea. What was he thinking? Joshua, ring any bells? Uh not really Don replied. Youre working for him, now, got that? Huh? Doing what, exactly! Delivering these, everything you need is there. Do what youre told, itll be easier for you, trust me He walked off. Short and sweet, eh? Inside the bag, a gun, small, cold, a wooden handle. Three bags were also inside the brown jiffy bag. One with a white powder cocaine? The other with brown solid cubes, defiantly weed. And the third, 2 bullets. What the hell! Don thought. There was also a note in the bag, with some addresses, and P.S. note: - Get the job done, son. Dont want history repeating itself. - Joshua He was fascinated, and suddenly he sunk into the ground, and passed out. Don arose the next morning, in the apartment he and his mother shared, except his mum wasnt around. The bag was sitting next to him a new note on top of the bag. Times a wasting. Don was confused, due to his massive hangover, he didnt remember much from the previous night. He walked out of his bedroom. His mums corpse, lay in the centre of the living area of the apartment. 2 Bullets had been impounded in her. One in the chest, and one in the forehead. There was a vile stench, and puddles of blood around the corpse. Don fell to his knees and puked. What on Earth was going on here? Why? Was he tripping from the pill that he had induced last night? No. It was all real. Good morning. The middle-aged man form the night before, Don wearily remembered. Welcome to your fate. Uh... Who are you? I am a business associate, with a friend of your fathers Youre a lot more like him than you think, its a shame, and the way hes dragged you down. Your mother is dead, and theres nothing you can do. I can call the police, damn Don cut off, and he puked all over again onto the blood soaked carpet once more. The stench was sickening. I'm only about half way through, I'll try and do some more tomorrow, and post the second and hopefully last chapter!!  just did some adjustments thanks for the advice!