Hi Guys, this is my first attempt at writing a novel. Please don't be too harsh if it isn't too good. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1
He sat in front of the glass window, separating him from the cold, mysterious air outside, watching the streaks of raindrops sliding down and wondering what they were. He watched in awe as the streaks gliding down began to clear the misty screen and reveal the breath taking skyline of San Francisco. Out there, in the distance, he could just make out the gleaming silhouette of the Golden Gate Bridge against the dying sun. The setting sun was emitting a soft, warm glow that caused John to feel secure. Where will I be in twenty years' time? Will I still be here, admiring the scenery? Will I… His thoughts were interrupted by someone harshly knocking the door. John McGeadlock reluctantly stood up and trudged to the door. He reached for the brass handle but to his surprise the door jerked open and smashed into his toes, causing him to rear back and howl in pain as he flopped onto the softness of his bed and vigorously rubbing his toes to alleviate the agonizing pain.
"I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" a soothing voice enquired. It was John's mother. She loved him so much that just doing something that hurt him in any way made her worried. John thought that his mother was pedantic at times but she was always there to look out for him. He also loved her as much as she did. There was quite a large contrast between his mother and father. His mother was so gentle, loving and scrupulous while his father was rough, harsh but always so dedicated and determined. They both poured their love into John's heart and he always returned their love. Will life always be like this? So happy and perfect? What will happen after I have grown up? John didn't want to think of all of these daunting ideas. He was only six after all; couldn't he just enjoy everything? John realizedthat his mother was still waiting for his response so he quickly replied, "Yes. I am perfectly fine; nothing to worry about at all, mom." John didn't want to worry his mother so he lied to her; not something she really liked though. His mom was quite suspicious but she played along and said, "OKthen. I just came in to say that your father and I have planned to take you out tomorrow to FAO Schwarz as a treat for your recent good behavior." John was delighted to hear such news and leapt up in joy. FAO was one of his favoriteplaces to go and every time he went, he never wanted to leave. John rarely got the opportunity to go shopping for toys unlike his very rich friends who would get to go every weekend and buy everything they wanted; they always had all the newest toys that came out while John still had the older versions, sometimes even a year old! Usually when John and his parents went, he would get a small quota to spend at the store which he usually used to get train models that he would eventually set up in his showcase at home; his very small showcase.
"Thanks so much, mom! I can't wait to go tomorrow! Is it time for dinner yet?" John said very quickly in excitement. His mom nodded in confusion and led the way out the room and downstairs to the dining room. As John passed the third step the succulent smell of the food his mom had prepared filled his nostrils and made his stomach growl quite loudly. He quickly flew down the last flight of steps and into the kitchen to meet his parents sitting around the table inviting him to his seat. He sat down and with nods of approval from his parents he started eating. The pasta his mom had cooked was one of his favorites: pasta carbonara. The luscious taste was immediately recognizedby his tongue and he caressed the silky, smooth texture of the strings of pasta with his tongue. The cream was so delectable and the little bits of ham were tasty. John never ceased to be impressed by his mom's amazing cooking skills; she never really learnt to cook, although, she did read some cooking books to get ideas of what to cook for the family. After the meal, John wiped his face clean of the cream and stood up and tucked his chair in saying thank you and good night to his parents. He then left for the privacy of his room and continued to stare outside into the dark sky filled with millions of little glowering flickers of light from stars. As he lay down in his comforting bed, he reflected on the whole day he had and thought about the day to come. After a few minutes, he drifted to sleep and had pleasant dreams not noticing that his parents came to check on him silently and whispered proudly to each other about John.
How was that? Please take some time to review. I will upload the next chapter soon as I have written a bit already.