Tom.Hollard

Chapter 1

Tom Hollard, a slim, tall, clean faced boy except for a few hair above his mouth. He was 11 years old. His skin was  tanned and his nose was twisted. His hands were coarse. He wore a blue denim jacket and a khaki pants reaching just above his knee.
He sat on the soft green grass on the side of a hill and watched all the birds flying high in the sky swooping. 'Ting! Ting!'came the white medium-sized house. That was where Tom lived. His mother, Jamie Hollard was signaling that it was time for breakfast. Tom rose hastily from the ground and ran down the hill and into the house. There in the dining room table he found three cups filled to the brim with hot chocolate tea and three plates filled with plantain and roti. ''Tom.,'' a tender voice called and a tall slim brown skinned lady appeared in the doorway wearing a white dress striped with thin stripes of blue. She was Tom's mother. Toms dashed out the back door and headed towards the ranch. There, he met his father, Carl Hollard, he was dressed in a brown shirt, a jeans and he had a old, dirty sneakers covered in mud. '' Daddy mummy sent me to call you for breakfast. They walked back on the path to the house and later sat and ate.