Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey Read Free Book Online Page B

now. Her bright eyes were opened wide like an
owl, as she darted her looks from one black hood to another.
    “ What’s the
matter Aaron?” asked Simon cruelly, “hasn’t got the balls to fight
back? Are you just a big pussy? Are you just a loser like everyone
says you are? Answer me you prick!”
    The pressure inside of me was
building. The circle was becoming smaller. They were closing in on
us. In a sudden panic I propelled my leg upwards and kicked Simon
right between the legs. Simon gave out a loud groan as he cupped
his now stinging manhood. His gang members looked on completely
utterly shocked. Simon fell to the ground.
    Adam came off the bike, put the
bike on its stand and walked around to check on Simon. Adam knelled
down and bent over his fallen leader. He was talking to him to make
sure he was alright, Simon was snarling back at Adam in
embarrassment. I couldn’t hear a single word of the conversation.
All I heard were two single words from Simon’s mouth: “kill
him!”
    As soon as I heard those words
I grabbed Lizzie, ran over Simon, ran past Adam, ran through the
circle of hooded gang members and jumped onto the yellow moped.
Lizzie got the idea and jumped on behind me. I could feel her arms
wrap around my waist. I twisted the ignition handle forwards which
made the engine purr. Before the others could complain or fully
understand what was happening, I kicked off the stand, spun the
moped’s wheels around and drove the bike back up the street.
    We could hear the boys yelling
and running after us, as I turned the bike to the left. The rushing
wind ran through our hair, our ears were filled with the sound of
that fantastic engine and we knew that our souls were finally free.
It was like we were flying down the street like Eagles, free to
roam wherever we pleased. It only really hit me a few hours later
that this was my first time on a Moped. I was riding a Moped with
surprising ease and it was my first time. Lizzie obviously knew
this fact from the set off, as she was holding on for dear life
around my waist.
    Soon the boy gave up and
stomped around in frustration on the road behind us. They got
smaller and smaller as we drove away into the night, until they
were no more then tiny dots in the distance. My head was rushing
with excitement, I’d completely forgotten about all of the troubles
of the day while I rode that yellow Moped down the street.
    I couldn’t believe it. I just
kicked Simon Grant in the balls! I thought with much shock, and I
nicked his mate’s bike. Now I’m not one to encourage stealing. I
feel that it’s important for you to know that this was my first
time at stealing. In this case it was different because, as I said
before, Adam was a nasty git like Simon and didn’t deserve the
Moped in the first place.
    We kept on riding through the
town. We rode past many houses. Soon we were no longer in our own
district. We were riding by the homes of those better off then us.
These homes were made of cleaner brick, wood and many had their own
garages and conservatries. In the driveways were parked many
beautiful looking cars including Austin Martins, Mini Coopers and
Fiat Puntos. The lights flooding through the floral curtains looked
warm and humble.
    This was the world I missed out
on. Then again, thinking about it, I don’t think I’d want to be one
of those people. People who can afford to have everything they want
and when they want it. If I had the ability to have whatever my
heart desired, I don’t think I would have any concept of worth.
When I saw those houses it assured me of one fact.
    We all have a place in this
world. It is not our job to ask for more. We can dream towards
ambitions and dreams, maybe even succeed them. Nonetheless we shall
always be part of our roots. Where you came from and how you were
brought up, are the things that shape you as a human being. Those
people were brought here to live in posh houses, with posh cars and
have posh lives for a reason. It’s