A boy named james
Hello dear readers my name is well it doesn't matter what my name
Is well it does but it doesn't matter now anyway let get on with the story
It was eventful night in London for not only was it new years eve
But the year was 1800 and London was bringing the new century
With much joy fireworks lit up the sky it seemed all of the city
Was out on the streets celebrating
However in one house in the one of the more privileged neighbourhoods
A boy was dreading he future he had be told that he would be
Returning to eton in a few days he could not think of anything worse
Eton was full of bullies teachers that would beat anyone for
So much of a pencil falling from they desk but worse of all he would
Be away from his mother who was lately deathly ill
She had always been easy to be takein ill but this was different
It started out with a simple cold but it got worse and worse
Everyday day she got weaker and paler she stopped eating
And had become bedridden
He's father had forbid him from seeing her
Jas hope He's father the man who had sent him to eton who had always told him
That he had to grow up that he had was a man now
And should act like one well the boy didn't want to be a man if it meant
Being like he's father as the boy sat on hes bed there with nothing but the constant
Ticking of the clock on hes wall for company how he hated that sound
Like it was mocking him counting down to some awful fate
That was unavoidable like it was chasing and he could never escape it
It was then he decided he had to go he didn't care where anywhere
Better then eton or hes room with the constant ticking