Untrusting, abandoned, and always needing to steal or hurt someone to live another day. I was just another street rat. Today was no different from any other day. I scanned the streets, searching for my next target. One of the vendors had turned away from his stand and I immediately dashed for it. I snatched one of the loaves of bread, but he turned around and spotted me. “Thief!” He screamed.
I pivoted and ran, hearing the clanging of the soldiers’ footsteps as they chased me. I noticed a hooded old crone with a fortune stand set up and ducked underneath the table cloth, hiding, praying she wouldn’t give me away. The footsteps of the soldiers stopped right by the stand, and I heard one of them speak.
“Did you see a boy come through here?”