Generation 1 - Part 1.1

Hello. Welcome to the beginning of a beautiful relationship between you and I, the reader and author. I hope you enjoy this series.

What does a man who have nothing but $1,300? Four walls, a bed, toilet and a light of course. It's not much but it's a start.

Next morning, Luke heads out to the stadium to hunt down a job; and he did. A Rabid Fan to be exact. It's very bottom rung and the pay sucks majorly, only $14/hour. Hopefully that will change. 

Who have we here? Outside the stadium we meet the new girl in town, Ashleigh Mayer. Wasting no time, he starts getting to know her. 

An empty stomach provides incentive to invite her to the diner and chit-chat some more.

Pulling through his memory, Lucas tells his very best ghost story.

"And when the casket was opened, it was empty except for a single fresh, red rose"

After a productive day, he decides on a jog home.

The gym will pretty much become a second home for our founder as long as money is tight. 

Free cereal...

And showers as well. 

Time for work!

He gets there early to hang with his teammates for a few.

Using money from his $83 paycheck, and $350 bonus from an opportunity, more walls get added to the "house".

In the morning he heads off to the gym to shower and eat when he spots Ashleigh again. It must be fate. It's Friday and his day off so they hang out for a while.

Later on he invites her to a club. While waiting for her to arrive, he snacks on some bar food. $16 for nachos, what a ripoff.

When Ash arrives, they head right to the dance floor and shake their bootay. 

All that dancing leaves them hot and sweaty; so they go cool off and watch some stars outside.

Things lead to another, like a domino was pushed over. 

And then finally "Lucas and Ashleigh sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

Part 1.2 will be out tomorrow, 2/3/12.

Prologue - Introduction - Meet the Founder

Prologue

When I was younger, my parents were struck on the side of the road while walking by a drunk driver. 

My uncle rushed to pick my older brother and I up from home to take us to the hospital. He is our mom's sister; we are his only nephews and he's been single the past three years. 

Mom was the first to go. The doctors ruled the cause of death to be massive blood loss; despite the constant transfusions since they arrived at the hospital. 

Cause of death was the same for dad, along with severe head trauma. 

Uncle Matt was the only family we had left. After the short service was held, Matt took us in to his home and stuck us deep in his heart.

I truly admired Uncle Matt. He took every step imaginable to make his life as healthy as possible.

My brother Elijah and I wanted to do our best to follow in Matt's footsteps. I began working out regularly with the help of our dear uncle. 

A few years pass and my brother leaves me in the dust. He heads off to college, leaving me at home with Matt. 

Fast forward another two years and I myself am at college. Studying sports psychology thanks to Uncle Matt. That's what he has his Masters in and I want the same.


I'm at college for a month when Elijah calls me in a panic. Uncle Matt had committed suicide for unknown reasons. I went back home the next day and my brother caught the first flight he could. 

We planned a small service. Matt was never very religious so we just gathered together and said a few words. I tried my best to keep it together. 


The day after the funeral, we went to the lawyers office to read Matt's will. As it turned out, our dear uncle left me with a large plot of land in Sunset Valley. What he owned land there for, I'll never know. I decide to move there hoping for a fresh start. Elijah thought it'd be best to take Matt's and our parents' urns with me to Sunset so they'll always be close to me, and it will give him reason to visit me every so often. 


When I arrived in Sunset Valley, the directions given to me earlier by my brother said to find the largest lot in the city that over looks the ocean. I find it with ease. But... There's nothing on it. I should change that. 

That was then.
This is now.
And I want a legacy that will weather through any storm. 
I'm Lucas Jason, and this is my story.