|Rebel Part One (standard:drama, 3822 words)|
|Author: BC Grant||Added: Nov 01 2010||Views/Reads: 1443/808||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|This is a story about how a person in a bad situation can change from a young boy to a killer and then to a secret agent|
Rebel A STORY BY BC GRANT © COPYRIGHT 2010 by BC GRANT FOREWORD This story is to the best of my knowledge, a work of fact and not fiction, one must realise however that I am writing this story from the journal of “ Paul ”, so some events could have perhaps happened as they have been told here, also some of the events in this story, are hauntingly similar to some real events in South Africa's and the World's history, I ask that the reader will forgive me for taking a few liberties with certain of the events and adapting some of the times and dates of these events, to coincide with my story. One must also realise that, as I am telling a story that was told to me, by the “hero” in the tale, it is possible that I have maybe forgotten to add a portion here, or have further omitted to erase a portion there, but I ask that you read on with an open mind and that after you have finished reading the book, that you will sit back looking at the closed cover in front of you and say: ‘Hell, could that have happened? I wonder if it is true?' Do that, and I will feel that I have done my job. This is a story about Paul Walker, a young boy, in fact almost a man, who under extreme circumstances and pressures, has to grow up very quickly, or should we say too fast, and as a result of his premature coming of age, finds himself trapped in circumstances that swing right out of control... it is a sad story, but a true one, for this writer knows “Paul” well and considers “Paul” to be a friend... this story is being told with “Paul's” permission, however to protect “ Paul ” and his family, names and some places have been changed to ensure that his identity remains guarded. BC GRANT Cape Town 2010-10-31 1- Friday 18 April 1982: early morning to 11 a.m. ‘ I feel as if I am confined, as if the whole world is against me, if I don't get out of this trap that I find myself in, I feel as if I am going to explode, and if I do so, then I am afraid that I will not be able to control what will happen, I have lost control once before, and I am afraid to say that I was during that period responsible for someone's death, it happened when I was taken to a “survival camp” in New York, we were dumped on the streets and made to fend for ourselves, I and about eleven other kids, all children from rich families, whose fathers had heard of the “survival camp” and who wanted their up until now spoilt kids, to see if they would be able to make ends meet, should they be forced to make their own way in life, each participant had a minder, a streetwise guy who would follow their assigned kid around, to make sure that nothing bad happened to them, as the object of the survival course was to build character, not destroy it. My shadow was good, but he started to piss me off right from the beginning, and when I get pisses off, boy then sparks fly. After the second day, I left him in an alley, his blood soaking into the tarmac, then I had my freedom to do as I pleased, I came out tops on that course, I have heard that they are still looking for, and wondering where my minder disappeared to. The way I felt that day, when I killed that guy, well that's the way I feel now, I am scared that it will consume me, what am I going to do if it happens again? ‘ (From the diary of Paul Walker) Paul Walker was usually a well-behaved young gentleman, as his private school masters liked to call their young charges. Paul was born in Cape Town, South Africa, to Jak (Jack) and Mossie (Sparrow), who in turn had been born of original Afrikaner stock. In fact it was well documented that elements of Jack's family had in fact trekked (known as the Great Trek, when hundreds of Afrikaner families, decided to pack everything they owned onto ox-wagons, and to leave the Cape Colony, to settle in other regions of Southern Africa.) With the Volk (People), when it was felt that the British ‘invaders', had caused too many decent people, too much hardship, in the days of the old Cape colony. It was Jak's forefathers who had help establish the Transvaal republic, with Paul Kruger, or Oom Paul (Uncle Paul), as the people closest to him knew him. To shorten, what could end up as a long story, it is important to mention, that Jak, after making a success in the business field, moved to Cape Town, with his wife Mossie. It was shortly after their arrival in the mother city, that Paul was born, named naturally, as had been promised to Jak's father and mother, after Paul Kruger, the by then, long dead president of the Transvaal Republic. Paul was a normal healthy baby boy, and right from the time of his birth in 1963, Jak and Mossie decided that in order that Paul be able to take over his father's business one day, in the not too distant future, Paul would have to be sent to a school, that taught all lessons in the English Click here to read the rest of this story (235 more lines)
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