New day, new week, new challenges.
   The boy sighs as he drags himself from the comfortable, warm cavern that is his bed, searches under the blankets for some socks and pulls them on haphazardly. He glances at the tattoo he drew in fountain pen yesterday on the inside of his wrist and reaches towards a small pot of coins on the desk near his bed. Rummaging through, his fingers find a pound coin and he gazes at it blearily, putting it down next to his backpack and searching for the rest of his school uniform.
   He curses as he steps on one of the copious books littered around his floor and stumbles, stabilizing himself on the wall. He stays deathly still for a few seconds, listening for movement in the next room.
   After what always seems like hours, he lets himself breath out. Placing his shoes near the door, he faces into the room again and grabs his bag, shoving the pound into his trouser pocket. He opens the door and steps through, holding his shoes in one hand and bag in the other.
   He knows all the pressure points in the floorboards; this is now child's play. Advancing along the upstairs hallway slowly, he pauses at the stairs, puts the bag on his back and ties the shoelaces together and strings them round his neck. Taking the banisters from each side of the stairway in each hand, he pushes himself up on them and seems to fly down the stairs, landing softly at the bottom.
   He smiles softly to himself, puts his shoes on, goes into the kitchen and swipes an apple, a bottle of water and a bread roll, puts the food into a plastic bag, puts the water bottle in a compartment in the side of his bag, places the plastic bag in his backpack and replaces it on his back. He taps it slightly, and hears the rattle of keys inside.
   The boy exits via the back door. This is how he normally starts his day.
   His name is Mitchell McKowen. He is our main character.
   He is pleased to meet you.