Adam was on the way to the cafe, when he sees Ronan and his bird Chainsaw. Drinking his coca cola, it tasting of sugar.
His jumper has a hole in it, even though he irons it well. Some white flowers were weaved in the frayed sweater, he thinking it reminded him of the girl he liked, Blue, having met her in the cafe.
His body aches, he bruises, having been hit by his father, they living in the trailer park. He had cried, when hearing his friends were there for him, as he leans against the shut door, he slamming it closed, of the caravan, they banging on it, and he just shaking and sobbing. What is wrong with you, hurry up and cook me dinner, get a better job (why doesn't it pay enough to get you to move out?), his father said as he came along and saw him laying on the floor.
He was poor, penniless, having worked hard to get a scholarship at Aglionby. Free will was what was most important to him.
He sees his friend with the large bird, a black bird, whom was pulled out of his dreams. Had remembered seeing him bloody and distraught, wondering and confused about his dream power, shaking and his head bowed in church.
He had been so frightened for his friend.
He nears them, the raven looking angrily at him, ruffling its feathers. They were at peace, so why was this boy bothering them, Chainsaw seemed to say with its stance and eyes.
"Hey, Ronan --" He said, "How are you?"
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