Now lets start at the beginning ....

It always starts with theft for us street rats doesn’t it? No that’s not where this started, this started when Pazmis, my sister was born, and the richness that is the people of all the hierarchy decided that having more than three children was blasphemy and the “lords” apparent new way of things has a two children limit. So the new worlds rule was set and my parents and their three children were evicted from their nice large rich persons home, because ma and pa decided they didn’t want to give away any of their children to the new order government.

Then three years later I was born, in the slums, with midnight raven black hair, pale skin and two amazingly dark emerald green eyes. My family wasn’t too happy about my birth, it was a cause for them to go even deeper into the slums so that we (the children) wouldn’t be taken from the government. And because of all this I ended up growing up with most of my brothers and sister’s hatred on me, and my siblings made sure that I knew why.

My brother Fletcher my other brother Trevor and my sister Pazmis. Three siblings who worked together to survive in the slums, leaving me left to help my parents all by myself in the slums. Alone with no one to help me take care of my families survival in the world of the new order government. 

The day started like any other morning in the deep parts of the slums. The sun shining oh so horribly brightly through the blankets hanging above and around our makeshift family hut that sturdily stood next to some old abandoned warehouses, already taken by some gangs in the slums. And as I opened my green irises, I created a small schedule for this morning in my head. 1) get up 2) go and steal some money 3) give money to siblings 4) go steal more money for ma and pa 5) steal a snack or two.