When I got to England, I enrolled in a public school. I didn't have enough money to go to a fancy school like all the other boys my age. But that was okay with me. I lived on the streets, which was also okay with me. So, let's skip four years, to where I am eleven years old. One day, I was walking home from school. I was thinking about the history lesson we had had, we I heard some shouting. I turned the corner, and saw a couple of older kids beating up a noble about my age. I was going to go on my way when I felt guilty. I sighed, and walked towards them. I cleared my throat, and the two older kids turned around. "What do you want, kid?", one of them asked me.
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The Story of Lestat
Short StoryWell, here it is. My story. This is going to be embarrassing. Someone wanted me to write this, so I am. It's going to be a long one, so get ready. The year is 1865, and this is where my story begins.
