Hanging in the Mist — Peter Lancett

Living high in a crumbling state tower block is no barrel of laughs. Throw in parents more interested in crack than they've ever been in you, and life can seem barely worth the living. Especially when they sell the tools you've paid for out of your own savings, to feed their habit. Especially when they turn you in to the police, rather than take the rap for their own wrongdoings. No wonder you'd rather be someone else. But being someone else isn't always the answer. There's always a price to pay for being different. And you wouldn't want to be left hanging in the mist.