"You are doing a very important job，Vic， " his mother said. "Your father and I are very proud of you. "
Vic's face went red. "Yeah， " he said. "Thanks，Mom. "
Vic was never much good at talking，and he was particularly bad at talking about himself but he felt that today was one of the happiest days of his life.He could see how satisfied his parents were and he knew that he was responsible for their happiness.He，too
The North London was poor and dangerous.It had always been poor and dangerous.Every day of his childhood he had come home afraid.Every day he turned the comer of the street and looked for his house.Was it still there？Had there been a fire？Were his parents still alive？He'd always felt that it was his job to make sure that his parents were safe.He had first thought that when he was six years old and he still felt it today.And now，finally，they were going to be safe.They were going to live in the Police Village
Vic had worked and worked to become a policeman.It had not been easy.All the best schools were for people with money.He had to pay for education and his parents never had enough money to buy him a place at school.So he'd gotten a job as a classroom guard at a private school.Vic watched and listened and learned.
At the age of fourteen，he won a place at a government school.The best students at the school became police officers or soldiers.Vic was one of the best students in the school.And now he was going to be the best policeman in London. "____，because ____"said Vic to himself.
