"You rotten theif!"

Rotten theif!

A boy, dressed in baggy, scruffy, orange, red and black clothes runs onto the scene. In his hand he has a loaf of bread and a carpet held up between his tricep and his side-chest. He looks around to find an exit, other noblemen on the scene look at him with disgust all the while he has a huge grin on his face.

Suddenly, ten men run after the boy. They were all dressed in uniform, silver armour and had a kingdom crest in the middle of their chest-plates. "Come back here you rotten low-life!" Yells one of the men, holding his sword out intent on filling the boy with fear and insecurity.

The boy's grin just grew "Come catch me then King's Boys! Your precious 'honour' could be at steak!" He laughed at them intent on distracting them enough to stall time. He saw the knights begin to give chase, this was not the outcome he had anticipated. He looked above him, shoving the loaf of bread into his mouth and jumped to grab onto some thin, wooden construction. He was just out of reach from the knights in 'shining' armour. The carpet had fallen from his arm but was caught by the boy, wrapping his legs around the soft object.

The boy began to pull himself up onto the roof of the building the construction was leant upon, throwing up the carpet from his legs onto the roof first. All the while other townsfolk were yelling insults like "Street rat!" Or "scoundrel!" All words the boy had gotten used to. "Oh shut up would 'ya! If you were all in my position I think you'd be doing the same! We eat to live, it just so happens that I have to steal to eat, otherwise we'd get along!" He said, tauntingly. All he got back was a unison of townsfolk, noblemen and knights alike "Wrong!"

Some threw tomatoes, others threw apples. A barage of fruits had begun to parade around the boy as he ran towards his hide-away.