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CHAPTER ONE - If you tire outt similar something, transport it.As said by Maya Angelou, If you fatiguet like something, change it. If you cant change it, change your attitude. And it seemed like he would scram to opt for the latter, because there was no chance he was going to get any(prenominal)where with the former. For James, change was al around a foreign concept, because everything was fine as it was. Or at least he vista it was. He couldnt really be sure roughly anything in his world, because there was still so much he had to construe about it. He was young, just turned s dismantleteen, and still finding his feet. on that point was no way he could ever lead an army for any cause. It would just be moronic.People who knew him called him a dreamer, and he agreed. He did like to exit reality sometimes, when it all got too much. It was his escape valve. He thought that every integrity had to have at least one, but maybe they did non. He did not know. But that was his way of dealing with the world, and it worked for him, no matter what anyone else said. He knew that most did not take whatever he said seriously. It was only natural, he was young. But the fact that they called it a democracy had always annoyed him.A democracy. From the Greek , which means the rise of the populate. He did like to jibe what others called things. Everything was always so fascinating because of the fact that he knew barely anything. He was not from Greece.His world was one where he stood at a blemish in more ways than one. He was white, as they called it, people calledHe had grown up in a secluded area, because his parents were heterosexual. He sometimes found it difficult to remember to always say that one of his mothers was on a business trips or ill or so, be... ...rrect? He had expected Elias to detonate in his face, but that was not so. All he got in response was a finger pointing towards Mothers aspect of the house, and he walked over and up the stairs. He stopp ed before the rill that would take him up into the attic. He had never climbed the ladder before. Elias had told him never to do it without his permission, and he had never dared to ask. He drew a deep breather in, and released it again. And he started to climb.The climb was longer than he thought it would. Perhaps it was because he was so afraid he would fall off. It was rather frivolous, as even if he were to fall, it would only be a drop of around quatern meters. He could take that. Pushing open the flap, he ascended into the attic. It was spacious, if a lower-ranking damp. Had he not had a job to do, he might have spent a little time sitting there. It seemed awe-inspiring