Manni Cheyne-Krearns | District Four | FIN/CB

Two names sewn together, it means nothing really. It is just unfortunate that both of my families had names pulled from the glass bowl as well as fools stepping up to the stage. Well, it just means I have double of the bad luck, although do two negatives make a positive? I have not seen this bad luck yet, not in the betting ring anyway. Desperate mugs give me their money, hoping for a double in return but ahh, I have played the game long enough to ensure my profit. Nobody has been clever enough yet, I am always one step ahead, and I am the con man that haunts the desperate.

My sister is always off flaunting her package, another date and another date and another date. Romance is for novels, the silly stories that the Cheynes are so renowned for sharing on the beach, love and relationships are such a cliché part of life and well, I would rather be original. My love falls somewhere else, the love of wealth and fortune. My parents always push for me to follow my family into the training centre, when I can gain so much more elsewhere. How devastated they would be, if they ever found out about my tricks on the street corners.

The latest game only acquires two props, six-sided dice, the aim is to roll a twelve and double money is gained but the idiots are not very sharp. Nobody has yet to inspect my dice and well, they haven’t noticed the fact that one of them is missing a number six, instead there is a double four, for the District where I reside. They were so much quicker on picking up on my card trick.

I don’t need love, not when I have the world already wrapped around my little finger.