Choices - Chapter 1

Note - I'm going to try to write a story. I will post up chapter by chapter as I get the time and inspiration.

Choices - Chapter 1
I remember the day where I saw the old man. It was just a gloomy Saturday morning, rain clouds were hanging ready to burst at any time. Waking up to this weather could dampen the gayest of all spirits. I lay awake in bed as I count the ticks of my grandfather clock hanging on the wall above me.

I knew I have to get out of bed soon as I had an errand to run. My mother had tasked me with the duty of delivering a gift to the Ackerley's new born daughter. Mr. Ackerley was the head of police in our little town of Brighton and it will do us no harm to get on his good side. It was rumored that whoever that crosses the path of Mr. Ackerley will never see daylight ever again in his life.

The grandfather clock stuck a total of nine times as I walked down to the sight of my mother having her breakfast.

"Good morning Mother," I greeted. "Where is the parcel I am delivering to the Ackerleys?"

Without looking up from her plate, she pointed to the chair beside her. My eyes made their way along her arm and lay rest on a box with a ribbon. Picking it up, I started my journey to the other side of town where the Ackerleys stayed.

"Good bye Mother." Looking back at her once more, she still has her mouth full with eggs and bacon. I walked out the door feeling a little disappointed, my mother had always paid more attention to food then to me. Just as the door was closing, she replied.

"It's not a good morning, it's a terrible morning"

End of chapter 1. This is the first time I'm writing in a narrative format as compared to a 3rd person point of view. So I'm a little shaky on how should I progress from here.

I should sleep soon. Have to wake up early tml. Sucks.