A New Beginning

Chapter 2

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Ezra's P.O.V

I woke up and stretched my aching body. I stood up feeling a cool breeze and started to shiver. I put my worn out shoes on and then left my depressing cellar.

The morning sun was rising still but it didn't make any of the huts that the poor class lives in anymore better than they were going to get.

   The wealthy class lives on the other side of the city with enchanting beautiful houses. There was a wall separating the two classes and  only one place where both classes could meet. The place is called the plaza.

My stomach growled, telling me that I was hungry. I walked to the market to steal some breakfast. I didn't like stealing but a kids gotta eat. I went to the closest stand with food and quickly took two rolls of bread and an apple. I ran off and heard the man at the stand yelling.

I got away and was eating my reward for a successful steal. The juice from the apple was amazing and the bread was still warm. After I was done eating, I went for a small stroll to the plaza. The plaza is the middle of the whole entire city. It's  where Kallus has to tell us news or just to see each other which no one even liked being near each other unless they were with there own status.

Then my habit starts again and my fingers were now rubbing against my palms. It was like my fingers had a mind of there own these days. I turn to head back to the poor classes area when suddenly I'm picked up off the ground. I start kicking my legs and flailing my arms.

"Well, if it isn't the lil' Emile itself?" I heard the gruff voice of Zeb. I kept trying to escape and muttered, "Put down, put down". Giggles from most of the wealthy class that were watching waited to see what would happen. The poor class watched in fear and pity for me. "Do you hear this boys? He wants me to put him down," Zeb said and then told me, "Alright, I'll put you down". I stopped thrashing and wasn't liking the sinister tone in Zeb's voice.

He carried me over to a trash can and threw me in it. "There we go, just where the trash belongs and not littering the streets," Zeb said. Clapping and cheering with some whistling could be heard and Zeb turned away from me and proudly waved to the wealthy class. He turned back around with an evil smirk.

   "Maybe that's how your parents got killed," Zeb said, "cause they littered on the streets by having you". He laughed his head off and I looked down trying my best not to cry. "Oh, is the little Emile going to cry?" Zeb teased and his friends were surrounding the trash can laughing. "Zeb, you're right. He's about to cry," said one of Zeb's friends.

   I bit my lip and held back the tears so they couldn't get any pleasure in seeing me cry. "HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'ER DOING?!"an angry male voice yelled. The group of boys turned their attention away from me and to the voice. "What he deserves," a boy said pointing to me. "Oh really, now may I ask what he did wrong?" the voice said disturbingly quiet.

   "He's in the poor class, no one likes a Emile mistake," said a different boy. I curled myself into a ball and did my best to hide from the world. "So the reason that you're picking on him is cause he's in the poor class?!" A different voice yelled. It sounded like a woman. The boys nodded. "Well the only Emile mistake are the ones that did this with NO REASON!" the woman's voice yelled louder at the end. I flinched and I think I saw a couple of the boys flinch too.

   The street rat bullies didn't say anything cause they didn't know what to say. "I suggest you go before I call troopers," the male voice said. The boys scurried off but I stayed in the trash can trying to recover from being hurt mentally. I started to rub my fingers against my palms again but this time out of shyness. I heard footsteps walk over to the trash can then a shadow casted over and I felt eyes staring down at me.

I didn't look up but wondered why they would help me. "Hey, are you ok?" A gentle voice of the woman said. They wanted to know if I was ok?! Who are these people?! I couldn't resist anymore and looked up at my two saviors. There was a man and woman that looked to be in their twenties.

The man had dark brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail and a goatee with calm forest green eyes. The woman had light brown hair framing her beautiful face and dazzling emerald green eyes.

   I looked back down without saying a word. "Honey, can you please come out of the trash can?" the woman asked. I calmed myself down before standing up and getting a better look at my two saviors. My eyes went wide and couldn't believe who they were.

   My two saviors were rich people.

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