My past. Not something I would like to relive. I was born somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. Apparently, my mother was stupid enough to take a plane from New York back to London in her ninth month of pregnancy. And the guards at the airport were stupid enough to let her go. Oh well, regardless. I lived in Liverpool for the first year of my life, and after that my family moved to Atlantic City, New Jersey. When I was four years of age, my parents were killed in a plane hijacking and I was sent back to Liverpool to live with my grandmother. My grandfather had died the day after I was born, so I never met him. On the other side of the family, I haven't a clue of my grandparents. After graduating top of my class in high school, I went on to Oxford University, where I studied to become a defense attorney. Sounds like a decent life, right? Well, that's the edited version, the explicit version is a bit longer. But no one wants to know about my past life, but rather, my present and future. This is a diary of sorts, and very accurately portrays the rest of my life as no one knows it.