Jake was nervous as he got back from the delivery that he had just done. He couldn't believe he actually ended up looking at someone above in the eyes, well eye for Michael. 'Oh god!'
Soon Jake's boss began ordering him around the rest of the day making his feet bleed. It was stressful and painful. But he had to go through all this hard labour or else he wouldn't earn the rather small amount of money he does.
He was a slave for the higher classes so of he was told that he had been sold to another workhouse or if they had told him that he had to survive on the streets as they have deemed him unless. Because all they had expected of him was to work until the day he died.
It was a sad truth that many had learned at an early age. As the adults didn't bother to keep them safe from the toxic fumes or the deadly machinery. None of that. No safety, no food as the children had to starve most of the time. Even now Jake was hungry but he didn't dare ask for anything more. Too afraid to be hit or be left on the streets again.
He had nothing left.
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Working Class
FanfictionMichael Myers is one of the richest names that anyone has ever heard of as that said man had owned more than what anyone could imagine. While Jake Park was a working class citizen where he had nothing but the clothes on his back. As they live in 180...
