The Driver Chronicles and Other Such Things

About The Driver Chronicles:


The story is based in a fictional country called Aritira. my main characters are teenagers Samantha Winters and Wesley Black. In the first book I chronicle their lives in a post war Aritira, the challenge they face trying to be ordinary teenagers when their blood, the things the bodies can do, the intentions of themselves and others dictate the lives they lead. I struggle to encompass what my story if about, I read somewhere that if a writer is unable do this then they are not ready to be published. Conflict, the consequences of their actions and how fate seemingly plays a role in their lives. That is Driver in a nutshell. along with that is the synopsis and pitch, the initial glimpse into what a novel is going to offer. I hate that, it's like loving a colour on others but hating it non yourself because it somehow mold's itself to look ridiculous on you.

So on with the ridiculousness:

Sam
If the reality I live in were the animal kingdom, death would be a breath away; the elite would be a big cat hunting pack: instincts would mean trust; morality would be tilted according to the Drivers own axis; five exits would mean hope; the coordinators would be law and at least for me, blood would mean fear.




 Wesley
Its not an alien thought to look in the mirror and see someone you vaguely like but it is one to watch, as if from a distance while your body, your entire life in fact transforms and you are helpless to stop it and yet in somehow plugged right in along for the ride.  Sure I can't do much about healing a broken bone in 95 seconds or suddenly being able to view the world from another tangent, but I can try to find answers even if it means hurting a few people along the way.





When Wesley lands Sam in trouble-the first night at her new school no less-by refusing to lie or tell the truth, it just confirms her fears that Edwin Academy for prestigious pretentious snobs and such is exactly as her made up title suggests. She has enough problems beating 300 other teenagers with the same intentions as her; to win one of the four remaining positions that equal freedom.

To be honest though, it wasn’t Wesley’s fault that he saw the bone of his arm snapping back into place like it wasn’t broken just a few seconds ago. Really.

What Sam and Wesley eventually realise is that they have more in common than a love for programming and a uniform. Then the fun really starts.