QUICK BRIEF
Before this story begins, I want to point out that this all 100% real and as such sexual/graphical content will be limited. The names of all the people mentioned within this story have been changed to protect their identities. All relevant characters within this story are at the age of 16, the legal age of consent within the UK. (P.S. I have never actually written a story before, well apart for school, so not sure how well everything will flow).
THE CHARACTERS
Fatima: My Mother
Ali: Me
Jack: Bully (But not really a bully – more of a douche bag)
Ahmed: My Dad
Sarah: Jack’s mother
(Other characters include my siblings, classmates, teachers, and so on, who not too relevant, and as such have not been given names).
CHAPTER 1: ARRIVAL TO THE UK
The year 2012, I’m a 16-year-old boy, who has just moved to the UK from Pakistan with my family (my mother, father, and two younger siblings). School was merely a few weeks away, and as such everyone was in a rush to make sure I was set for the start of the academic year, no one more so than my mother, who definitely wore the pants in the house. My mother was a fairly good-looking woman, not supermodel material, but attractive, nonetheless, at the age of 37 she was definitely in the prime years of her life. Despite taking on a very authoritarian role in the house, outside, she was a very caring and nice person, and such was able to make relationships with neighbors and people in the community pretty quickly. My dad on the other, was complete opposite, although only a year old than my mother, he was a lot more timid with people, his English was far weaker than my mothers, and this definitely affected his confidence. When it came to answering the door, phone calls, and pretty much anything that included the English language, my mother definitely took charge of the situation.
To be continued (hopefully)
