The Light in the Dark

Chapter 1 : Who am I?

    I sit there, right under my favorite oak tree. I like this tree because it seems to listen to what I have to say. Even though there's not much for me to say. 
    The one thing I always say while I'm under that oak is "Why did I end up like this?" I wish I knew why I can't remember anything about my past. I wish I knew about my past. Who were my parents? Do they remember me? Did I have friends? A dog? Did I even have a family? All these thoughts swirl and tumble and boggle my mind so hard it makes me just want to sit right there, under that special oak tree, and cry.
    But, that's not the way my life is. This past year, the year I lost my memory, I have been learning how to fight and how to be aware of my surroundings. I have learned to not let my emotions get the best of me during training and battle.
    But, unfortunately, if you're homeless and unwanted in a town, you either have to steal food or kill your own. That's the same for clothing. That's why I'm not the....most cleanest person in town. I usually just wear a dirty jacket, a stained shirt, torn pants, and some worn out sneakers.That's my life for you. I heard my stomach growl. I guess I'm real hungry now after thinking about all those things under the oak tree. I should go try and steal a loaf of bread from the bakery.
 

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   I put my hood over my head and walk peacefully to the bakery. The door chimes ring when I open the door. It smells of the sweet smells of loaves and loaves of fresh baked bread, pies for days, and pastries that taste like heaven. I made sure to grab one of the empty baskets from inside the shop when Mrs. Sweet, the baker, wasn't looking.
   I walked over to her at the counter. "Good morning Mrs. Sweet! How's the bakery going?" Mrs. Sweet was an old lady with wirery grayish-blondish hair. She wasn't the brightest of the bunch, and that's exactly why her bakery is my main target for food.
  "Why thank you for askin' young lady. My bakery has been doing great this fall. Everyone wants to buy some of the pumpkin pie special. But that one little thief hasn't come by my bakery yet, and I'm gettin' worried it is plannin' something horrible." I do feel guilty for Mrs. Sweet, but a girl has to do what she has to do to get food.
   "A thief you say? Well, I did see a person wearing something oddly dark near your bakery" I lied. "Maybe you should go check it out now before the thief can put his plan to action." Mrs. Sweet freaked out. "THAT LITTLE THIEF WON'T GET AWAY WITH HIS PLAN IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!" Mrs. Sweet yelled as she stormed out the door waving her cane in the air. Jackpot.
    I stashed as much food as possible in the basket and in my pockets. Once I heard footsteps, I ran out the back door just in time before Mrs. Sweet came into her now trashed bakery. I ran all the way to my base camp under the special oak in the woods. I was starving and was about to eat a piece of freshly baked bread. But then they came.