At the end of the day I'm dragged along to a robbery. Almost every night my father and his gang of people go out and rob random people, and drag me along. We have robbed the Mayor, bishop, shop keepers and more. Sometimes I have to do worst things, like districting the people. That may not sound all that bad but sometimes things can get....I don't know.

   When I was younger I helped out in the inn. I wish I could do that now but my dad always needs me. I hate him. I wish I could just live on the streets like my brother Gavroche.

     No matter how much we rob though, I never get anything. I always have the cheapest things while my parents get costumes to sneak into fancy parties and steal more. My mother says I need "a scrap of brain" first. At the end of the day I get nothing but nothing.

     I hate my parents, because at the end of the day I have to do thing I don't want to do.