It was the year 1842.

The cobbled roads were looking shiny from the previous day's rain. Slanted looking houses lined on each side. Others fancy and others with hay.

Carriages roamed about and there were people selling jewelry in barely put together stands.

The already noisy atmosphere was interrupted by a shout.

"Thief!" "Someone stop that dirty foolish child!!"

The people looked around wondering, until they saw a child running through the crowd with bread.

It was a cruel society where there were people poorer than dirt and others that were a bit favored, but still as poor would treat others worse, instead of working together. Then there were nobles above and last of all Queen Abedine, who reigned Supreme like a myth.

The young boy was dirt poor. He tried getting jobs, but the accusing glares and beatings made it impossible.

So he resulted to stealing. He hadn't been caught, until now.

Now he's running and out of breath. Tge allies were full of rotten garbage and sick people. Maybe pickpockets too.

So not thinking properly, he hid under a woman's dress.

The woman shrieked and pulled the kid out.

"How dare you!"

She repeatedly slapped him and snickers followed. No one was helping or cares.

The shop owner eventually caught up and beat him up, before taking back the bread.

The boy was left cold and painfully hungrier than before as he lay on the ground, not caring that a rat scurried across his body.

A thought crossed his mind.

'If I ever do become lucky, I will NEVER become like these bloody rubbish'