Shugazoom had not always been into the high tech industry, which it was now well known for across the galaxy.
Once Shugazoom, was not a place filled with giant skyscrapers and hover cars.
Once on Shugazoom, there had only been a central settlement; that would merely be considered as a modern day town. No massive city. However around this little town, were many small villages dotted around in the vast forests that surrounded the centre. These little villages only had small populations which at most, were two or three different families.
The best this world had to offer was located in the growing and developing town, soon to become Shugazoom city. But it was only the richest humans that could afford to go there, let alone live there.
Though the fancy buildings, new gadgets and airborne cars were being designed, it was only the beginning. Like a plant growing from a seed, the city was a mere sapling when compared to the modern day Shugazoom city, and it is here where this story will begin.
It was a sunny spring morning in the outskirts of Shugazoom, the trees blew softly in the wind, the bird's calls were all sung in high spirit, greeting the dawn with an eager beat.
Then suddenly the low branches bent back, the birds scattered, and instead of bird's singing, it was replaced by hoof beats pounding the ground.
A man in his early thirties, was riding a jet black stallion through the narrow woodland trail, and it wasn't long until he arrived at his destination.
He slowed his horse to a stop as he looked up the path leading to their small, bungalow styled house. Just as a small child came running down the path.
The horse skittered sideways a little to face the incoming child.
"What have I told you about running around horses Chiro?" the man asked his son, as the boy smiled shyly.
"Dad!" the boy exclaimed, as the father dismounted and scooped the boy into his arms.
"Good morning to you too, son." He replied warmly, as he gently placed his son down, as he followed his son, and led his horse to a stable.
"Have you packed your bags yet son?" The father asked as the boy sighed and nodded.
"Yes father, but before we go, can I take one last look at the filly?" Chiro asked, as his father gave a small nod. Before the pair headed around the stable barn to where a newly born female foal stood nursing from her dam. The scene was a loving one to say the least. All seemed perfect, before the boy broke the silent atmosphere.
"I don't want to go to the city dad, I want to stay here." Chiro pleaded as his father simply shook his head.
"Its alright Chiro, your going to the boarding school for a proper education, here is simply not good enough, the horses will always be here when you return, and they'll be more champions too. You'll be able to visit in the holidays Chiro." The father said as he eventually turned.
"Now come on, you'll be late for the bus!" the father said, as the child slowly followed suit, making a quick stop at the house to collect a couple of bags as they both trudged to the bus stop. Unfortunately for Chiro; just in time for the bus that thundered up the dirt track.
"Now take good care son, no getting into trouble, no girls after ten, and if any of the boys threaten violence - be first!" he said with a grin, as the boy smiled.
"I know." Chiro said, a tiny smile finally dancing across his lips.
"that's my boy" he said as he watched his son find a seat on the bus, and waved him off. The boy was only nine years old, nearly ten now.
It was a long journey, the longest Chiro had ever been on, and being alone was boring. After a three hour journey they finally reached the town. It was the craziest thing Chiro had ever seen in his life. The buildings were the tallest he had seen too. He stood there open mouthed as he was shown to his new place of residence the boarding school.
Chiro fitted in okay. He had quickly been accepted into a group of six other boys; all around his age, the eldest being 12. However within this tiny school there was a bitter rivalry. The ten towns kids vs the six village kids. Chiro was newest member of the village kid's tribe. The likes of BT and Glenny, were townies.
The town's kids were highly respected in the school, often from rich families they had established almost a snobbish attitude to the lesser fortunate. However the village kids were devious, cunning. They knew how to handle the rough, and boy did they have fun messing with the town lot.
It was one of those nights. Chiro's gang were planning a raid on the local off license. The plan was simple enough. Distraction, steal, run, plant it, run and watch the town boys get blamed.
"everyone set?" the leader asked, a tall boy with dark brown hair and eyes asked.
The other five boys grinned, oh yes this was going to be a good night.
Last night's raid was successful.
The morning room inspection proved fatal for the town boys. The room inspector found the stolen alcohol within five minutes of entering the room, and BT, Glenny, and three other town boys were now in the principal's office.
Chiro's clan had, meanwhile, sauntered off after the room inspection and breakfast. Their attitude was simple: lessons are for townies, so the country boys say sod it. The boys bunked off more lessons then they actually attended. They had headed to the park, and were now drinking the last of the stolen spirits that they had hid there last night.
The sun was shining. The annoying little kids had been scared off, and they each had a bottle, plus extra for afters. Life to Chiro at this moment of time was perfect.
"If only his family could see him now!" The boy snickered at his own thought. 'The boy who they thought would be totally homesick, had settled so well, he never went back home!'
The only thing he was missing now was his father's racehorses. Not only did they bring in a lot of money, but they were fast too. They would make escaping the police, teachers, and scenes of crime a hell of a lot easier. But there was no time for reminiscing. Their leader, Scott had come up with another plan.
A lot of things had changed in two years. The city had finally had a massive technological breakthrough. Skyscrapers were constructed and the once small town had finally grown into a city.
A lot of things had also changed with a certain messy black haired, blue eyed boy. Chiro was now one of the city's most notorious child delinquents. He was part of a gang now, one that even had links with young adults, and older teens. They were avoided like the plague. Cigarettes, drink, drugs, and crime were their only allies.
It was one night like this, during the middle of a jewellery store robbery, that the police had turned up. A later, rumoured tip off, had spun fate against the boy and his friends that day. They had all ran in opposite directions. The boy was being chased by cops in cars, as he ran through yet another alley. The cars went ahead, and zoomed down the street to get to the other end, before Chiro. He heard a couple of cop cars pull up and officers running out.
"Stop Police!" a man shouted as they ran through the alley after the boy. They were going to cage him in the middle. Capture him. Take him down. But not if Chiro could help it. He kept running, he had been running for miles, which was ironically how long his criminal record was now.
He quickened his pace as he turned a corner and ran face first into some more officers. As he screamed, fought, kicked out, swore, he was handcuffed and put into the back of the cop car – again.