Aaron Connor by Nathan Davey

just the same as I was born into
a council house with the bare essentials, for a reason. What that
reason is I don’t know. What I do know is this: when I find out the
reason for my roots and upbringing, my life will be bloody
brilliant.
    All of these thoughts went
through my mind as we rode past. Soon the posh houses were behind
us and we were then rushing through some country lanes.
    Both sides of the road were
lined with hedges, wooden fences and gates which whizzed by in a
collective blur. Beyond the masses of darkness I could just about
see the Farmer’s fields. We passed fields of wheat, hay, vegetables
and just plain grass for animals to graze on during the day.
    This was another world that I
missed out on. In fact, if I could exchange my life for any other I
would go for the life of the Farmer. On the fields you work for
your own food and get fantastic exercise at the same time. You’re
always in the heart of nature as you live out in the open. You’re
away from the tight spaces and dirty air of the Towns and Cities.
Also, at the end of each day you go to bed feeling that you’ve
really accomplished something.
    Once again this was not a
lifestyle I was born to experience. I was happy with my lot as I
knew nothing else. I tried hard to not to think of different
lifestyles other then my own. I was determined to be content with
what I had. So I shook my head and the thoughts shook away from my
mind along with it.
    The road ahead was pitch black.
The headlights shone the next few meters of the road. As we drove
further up the country lane, more of the road was revealed to us
bit by bit. It was rather frightening, as in front of the few
meters of illuminated road was just a wall of black. I couldn’t see
anything beyond that wall of darkness. This was a one way road. If
someone was going to come out towards me, I wasn’t going to be able
to see them. I gripped tighter on the bike handles and expected the
worst. This was if something did happen, as then I wouldn’t be as
shocked and I’d be able to avert the disaster easily.
    Lizzie had kept silent for the
entire time. If it wasn’t for the tight grip she still had around
my waist, I would have forgotten she was even there. Trees zoomed
past as we went deeper into Farmer’s country. It was then that
Lizzie first spoke since we left the housing estate.
    “ Where are we
going?” she asked, shouting over the noise of the Moped’s
engine,
    “ Don’t know
yet!” I yelled back, “I’ve always loved this bike, I’m not going to
give it back just yet!”
    “ I can’t
believe you kicked Simon in the bollocks!” she yelled, “That was
well good!”
    “ Thanks” I
replied with a smile, “I was pretty happy with it
myself!”
    “ So where are
we going?” asked Lizzie again,
    “ I already
told you, I don’t know” I replied back, trying to talk while at the
same time keeping an eye on the road, “I thought we’d just see what
was at the end of this road, and then decide from there”
    “ Alright!”
called Lizzie, hugging me tighter and resting her head on my back,
“You’re the boss, Mr. Connor!”
    We rode on down the skinny
road. We stopped occasionally to allow rabbits to hop across before
starting off again. I’ve never been down this road before so I had
no idea where it led to. Nevertheless I was determined to find out.
Lizzie and I didn’t talk for a while as we watched the different
fields go rushing by.
    Finally we arrived at the end
of the country lane. There was a fork in the road. Both roads to
the left side and right side were lined in hedgerows. In-between
the two separate roads was a sign post. The headlight from the
Moped reflected off of the fluorescent paint. The sign which
pointed to the right said “St.Ians” and the sign to the left said
“London”.
    I stopped there in the road and
stared at the signs. Lizzie peered over my shoulder to have a look
as well. We both read and reread the road signs in silence. Both of
us knew