As they got home, they were welcomed by an angry mob of people, composed of restaurant owners, waiters and waitresses, food stall and market vendors. "Huh. Well, well ya'll welcomed us?" he sheepishly shugged his shoulders with his arms up in a 'what's going on here' manner in the slightest move possible, a bullet of sweat streamed down his face and as soon as it hits the ground, the mob chased them and the atmosphere was filled with their hostility and outragous cries as they try to pursue and seize the children. They ran, and ran, and ran. Up until they went into the woods, but the unhinged mob still tailed them, so they continued to sprint. Til they got tired, and so the two climbed up a tree for rest, "Huh?" "Those two brats!" "Where did they go?" "Hiding themselves, huh." the crowd murmured as they inspected the forest. After a few moments, the mob left, unsuspecting the nearby tree they were stashing in. The two sighed in relief. Though, the running got the two hungry, especially Fia, who asked Axel for food. Unfortunately though as they were being chased, he discarded the fishes, as he thought they were a burden to carry. The only thing he have was a small piece of bread, "Here." he gave it to Fia but unfortunately, she asked for more, "I don't have any more, Fia. It's the only thing I have." Fia looked at where they were sitting woefully. I'm sorry, Fia, Axel whispered.
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A Piece of Bread
Short StoryLife can be unfair, just like how Axel lived his whole 13 years of life. Poorer than a rat, living on cardboard, searching through garbage, what can possibly be any better or worse than that? WARNING: contains portrayal of abuse
