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Adrenalin Pure.

This is a make believe story as the title say Adrenalin Pure. Fourteen years old out of work. No money, no means of borrowing any cash from anyone. Sleeping in the local park rough as he had no fixed abode no where to go. He was a semi orphan, Mother dead, Father did not want him. No help from this quarter.

Lying on a park bench he looked longingly at the lighted windows of the houses lining one edge of the park. There must be food in there somewhere he thought and wandered over to the line of what he now saw were shops. Then he thought money if I am lucky, how to get into the shops from the park.

He was now standing at the backs of the buildings.  Drain Pipes ran up to what he saw were flat roofs. Without thinking about what he was going to do was criminal he started climbing up one of the drain pipes. It was a lot easier than he thought it would be. On the flat roof was a glass covered opening. It was easy enough to bend the lead coverings that held the glass in place. He soon had a wide enough space to get though into the upstairs part of the shop. Under his feet he found a pipe hanging onto the ledge that held the glass he rested his feet on the pipe. It was dark and he could not see what was under him. Lowering himself on to the pipe he moved his legs back and forth trying to find how far he would have to drop when he let go of the pipe. His arms ached from so much activity that he was not used to and he felt his hands slipping from the pipe. He was lucky he dropped about two feet onto a floor.

It was dark no light any where, taking his cigarette lighter from his pocket he risked a small flame. He had landed on a landing if the pipe that he hung from had been a foot wider away he would have fallen down a flight of stairs. Slowly he walked quietly as possible down the stairs. Every second step gave off a small groan. This stopped him for a few seconds as he intently listened to hear if any one was in the house. He came to another landing, once again the flicker of light from the flame of his cigarette lighter in front a door. Going to the door he opened it as silently as he could. The room to his relief was empty. In the room were a table and four chairs a gas stove on which was a Kettle next to the gas stove a cupboard. In the cupboard a packet of tea, a loaf of bread that had a slice or two cut from it and a small dish with butter. He cut a couple of slices of bread and spread them with butter. He then decided to make himself a cup of tea. The kettle was full of water and soon he was drinking a cup of sweet tea. Now that his stomach was filled with a little food he felt much better. Much to his delight he found in the cupboard a small tin. In the tin were coins. He counted the coins one shilling and nine pence. This money he put in his pocket. All of the time he was listening for any noises that would tell him that someone was in the shop. He cut and buttered some more slices of bread. These he covered with sugar and placed them wrapped up in paper in his pocket. He would at least have something to eat tomorrow.

He carried on down the stairs and came to the shop. It was a clothing shop. Here the temptation was too much. He found himself an overcoat. The coat fitted him and a hat to cover his head. It was annoying when it rained and one had no hat or coat, in one of the changing rooms he dressed himself in new clean clothes, pants, vest, shirt, pullover and a new suit. With the coat over his arm he went to the shop door. Looking to see that there was no bell that rang when one opened or closed the shop door. He opened the door called out Good night and went on his way. The relief that he felt at being out of that shop was indescribable all of the time in the shop his thoughts were of Police Officers coming to arrest him. His feelings all of the time in the shop were out of this world excited first because he was doing something terribly wrong. Afraid that the owner of the shop might find him on the premises and call for the Police or even worse. Even the tea and the food that he had consummated played on his conscience. His only excuse was that he was hungry and thirsty, tired and had no roof over his head, Would that be enough for a court of law to find excuses for him breaking and entering a building with intent to steal. Or would it be a charge of Burglary after all it was late at night. It was him against the whole of the local Police force, he did not know it at the time but his blood was full of adrenaline which gave him a feeling of being over everyone else in the world that night.