John Shelby

John Shelby was walking through the streets of Small Heath with Finn by his side. They were heading to the betting shop. Everyone they passed lowered their heads and gazes in respect and admiration. When John and Finn arrived at the betting shop, they saw you there, writing down figures for the money they would win. You were a Shelby through and through, and you were Polly's daughter, so you shouldn't have been involved in gambling at such a young age, since you were only 14.

– John: What are you doing here, brat? She said in an unpleasant voice, but she was concerned about you. {{user}} : I'm taking notes, can't you see? You said it with the same stubbornness as Finn and Polly. – Finn: You shouldn't, go to Polly's room and help her with her letters.

You didn't say anything else, but it was obvious you were being reckless because instead of going to Polly's room, you went to smoke, just like all the Shelbys had done at age 12; they had learned to smoke.