Me and my step dad have never really gotten on. I think that's why I've always pretended to be someone else for him. Don't do that. It doesn't work.

I've done all sorts of things to make him happy. For example, The Annual Train Exhibition in Birmingham. An exhibition on boxed model trains. The only reason I go, is to try and make him happy. Generally it works. But this year was different, and for once it wasn't entirely my fault. Unfortunately he didn't kn


3. Chapter 2

We live in Leicester. The National Exhibition Centre is in Birmingham. Normally we set off at 7am. Today wasn't an exception. There was barely any traffic and we arrived within an hour. Hooray, half an hour longer trudging round a huge building with extra hard concrete flooring that murders your feet after one hour. I closed my eyes. 'Look on the bright side Lewis, Darren is in a better mood.' It was a pitiful excuse, but it was all I had. After all, making him happy was the reason I did this wasn't it?

Once we'd parked up, we stood in a queue for a parking ticket then another waiting for a bus. When I was outside I didn't get bored. It was cold. I liked the winter. Bright sunshine, clear air and a white mist in front of your face, but it wasn't long before the bus arrived and we all piled in. Not just the eager train maniacs, but many other enthusiasts too. The N.E.C was a huge set of halls that held many different events. There was the Good Food show, The Clothes show, Comedy, everything really. Personally, I wanted to see Russell Howard. He's my absolute favourite comedian, but no, what were we going to. The Annual Train Exhibition.

No Lewis, we aren't going to start mentally complaining again. I took a deep breath as we stepped off the bus and were faced with the three sets of long, modern, glass doors. Darren grinned down at me as we stepped through the doors. Falsely, I smiled back. He didn't know it wasn't real because it was all he'd ever known. There were a lot of things he didn't know. Like the fact I'd come here with my dad when I was six. We came for the National Motor Bike show. It wasn't the best experience I'd had with him, but then again, it wasn't the worst either.

As always, the immense corridors that led from one hall to another, where as full as the halls themselves. I've always felt out of place and awkward here, so I glanced at the piece of paper that I'd read so many times before. It was the same as last years and the year before that and the year before that. I'd memorised it years ago.

•Hall 4 - Ground floor

I trundled along behind my step dad and hundreds of other men, heading off to their respectable activities of interest. We walked past the hall for Motor Cars; not the twenty first century type, but the really old dodgy ones, so naturally it was full of really old dodgy men.

The next hall was the largest. In fact it was made of two combined halls. It was the Annual Motor Bike show. One hall was brimming with stalls and the other was a huge, circular tent that had red and yellow stripes on. When I was little I thought it looked like The Big Top at a circus. It wasn't. It was called the Hall of Fame. Vehicles, usually bikes, would ride round and round the walls that sloped sharply upwards until they were ninety degrees off the ground. These bikes would go faster and faster until they were driving on the walls. Spectators sat in stands around the ring.

Though it was a really very scary thing to see, I quite enjoyed it. As a child I loved the fumes and thrill. However I would flinch or gasp whenever they wobbled. It looked like they were about to come up over the sides of the walls and into the people behind them. But they never did. It was remembering things like this that made me miss my dad. That made me regret my decisions. But I never went back on the promise I made myself. I have started a new life now. A better one maybe. I don't know yet.

We finally reached hall four. A small man with a dark blue shirt and black trousers examined our tickets then made a small tare in the left corner. He smiled as he handed them back. I knew that his smile would start to ware thin as the day progressed. I knew that from experience. I'd seen him last year. Darren took a deep breath full of dusty air and stepped forwards into the hall. 'Here we go, keep it together,' I thought as we started on our long expedition.

Heya guys. This story deals with some of the many problems young people face. This is a mixture of true stories from mine and some people in knows lives. Hope you like..! Please leave comments, or like or even follow! (:

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