As Kevin woke the world came into a blurry focus, he rubbed his neck as he woke up after falling asleep on the floor again.

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As Kevin woke the world came into a blurry focus, he rubbed his neck as he woke up after falling asleep on the floor again. His sleeping problems had grown steadily worse over the last few weeks. He peeled the music he had been playing from his arm, tearing from his flesh like skin off a leather chair, then gently lifted his guitar from over his head, got up, stretched and changed his clothes. He walked downstairs and prepared for school by packing his bag and making his breakfast.

There was no sign of life in the house. The only other thing he would class as life was his father, a huge sweating grease-ball of a man, who's hair was as thick and sticky as wet liquorish. He was accompanied by a foul stench, because he rarely shaved or showered. He was someone Kevin avoided, not only because of his stench and unbearable obesity, but also because he saw Kevin only as a burden, to be carried until it could be dropped. It was Kevin's mother who had wanted children and it came as a shock to everyone when she died in childbirth, especially to his father, who partially blamed Kevin for her death. At the moment he was lying in bed on sick leave. Kevin's dad had a 'very rare condition' similar to arthritis and in his current workplace (a local subsidiary of a large drugs manufacturer) a "disabled" person only has to work eight weeks of the year to gain a full years pay, so most days where spent in bed, which suited Kevin nicely, As the less he saw of him the more free he felt.

Kevin walked quickly across the kitchen and placed his bowl in the sink. He slipped his trainers on and stepped outside. The cold winter air hit him like diving into water, dazzling his senses for a second as he began to look round he saw his favourite sight, a frosty winter's morning. He had always proclaimed that a good winters morning looked like someone had attached a million tiny diamonds to everything in it. He had once said this to a boy in his class and was laughed at, not just by that boy, but also by all the other boys in the class. It seemed fifteen year-old boys where not meant to be nature lovers. With this thought Kevin sighed, watching his breath float away, and letting his troubles do the same. He almost felt guilty as he wheeled his bike across the ocean of diamonds that was his lawn, and as he began to bike to school he felt glad the roads had been gritted the night before.
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As he biked up to school he thought about the song he had been learning to play. Music was his favourite hobby; it was a reality contrasting the cruel "real" world, which was the one that seemed more like a dream to him. Whether listening or performing, he loved music; he would read thick dry boring textbooks simply to improve his knowledge on music so that he could become better.

His hobby was paid for buy a group of elderly people on his estate. He would do odd jobs for all of them, about seven in all ...

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