Bobby was a great man. His father and his father served in both World Wars. His mother was a caregiver to the American soldiers passing through as they prepared themselves for Operation Overlord. His father was an American solider, he was one of the many lucky survivors of Operation Overlord, however in the later part of the war, he was sent back to Britain for his war wounds. Ironically, his would be wife, volunteer as a nurse at a nearby shelter reconfigured to a hospital.
There he fell in love with her, and soon was honorable discharged since his wounds cost him his right leg. They gotten married and had their first and only child. When they returned to the states, Bobby became a bank teller, and his wife became a part-time babysitter. Bobby was destined for great things, a smart man, and knows his way around the streets. In fact, his father was so proud of him, when he becomes of age he will join the army just like he did. However destiny said differently when 9/11 happened. The whole world was stunned and disbelief at what transpired. Bobby's family happened to be in New York when the tragic events occurred. It hit his father so hard he was vividly reminded of the events at Pearl Harbor only this was worse, citizens not the nations finest army was being killed. Bobby's father insisted he join the army once more. But said no, and instead opened up a relief shelter of sorts for those who were wounded and helpless. While his father was mad, and his mother was supportive, eventually Bobby's father had a change of heart and was happy for his only son. He died a year later, his mother also died two months afterwards of a broken heart. By then Bobby had the library in London, he graduated from college state side and managed to buy a falling apart bookstore and reinvented it.
That is also where he met his first and only wife. She was absolutely in love with the man. The marriage was destined to last. In his eyes anyways, however with the fact that his wife can't conceived and support for the local bookstore was running dry. Basically just a mixture of things the marriage soon fallen apart. That is where Eliza came into the picture. Now, Eliza was only ten years old and while parents are necessary from time to time Bobby allowed her to be by herself if her mom had to run to the store and get some things. They played chess, read stories, even do some artwork.
Eliza eventually brought the attention of the local bookstore towards the city council, or at least her mom did. The city saved the bookstore by donating a lot of money to it. And for that Bobby was grateful. However, only one kid he didn't like. His name was Frankie. "I swear every time he comes in, he is either high as a kite, or looking like hell" Bobby said to himself.
Frankie was an eighteen year-old punk. Thinks he knows everything, He thinks he is going to be the President of Canada or something. The guy has no virtue only a typical teenage thug either looking for the next tail in town or the next drug deal. Each time the police came to arrest him, it's always the same sob story he always tells them. It's sad too, Frankie had potential, was a football player once upon a time, destined for greatness but then when his mother died of cancer. He lived with his drug-dealing dad, who was later arrested after a local neighbor snitched on him. Frankie lived with adoption home, after adoption home. By the time he was old enough had the money his last foster family in funny irony cut him loose, always lashing out at him for his poor grades and his stubborn and childish attitude at school. He bought his apartment and lived there ever since. He met Eliza only once, despite his idiotic friends telling him, "Hey dude, check that ass out. You should totally hit that". said one of Frankie's friends. Frankie lit up a cigarette, looked at her for a few minutes, and said to his friend, "Fuck off". He then flicked his cigarette at his friend and bounced from the scene.
So ironically, somewhere he has a heart. "Why is life so boring?! I mean, driving cars, racing, scoring chicks, getting high as an eagle. Seriously where is the real action in this freaking city". Frankie said as he overlooked London with a stern look.
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