An orphan born and raised in the four walls of a workhouse. The safest environment for a child. His confidence was shoved to the back of his throat and his voice was never heard. For nine years any hope he had of happiness was beaten down, and laughed at.
A day, unexpectedly remembered, was sadly an unfortunate day for this boy. For those who took him under their wing. They also took him under the bus. His foot steps became heavy as he walked closer to Mr Bumble, the all mighty of the workhouse. His hands began to shake corresponding to the actions of his knees. Bowl in hand, spoon in bowl- the hall fell silent. He lifted his neck so his eyes met the authority.
'Please Sir. Could you give me some more?' The authority figure stood astonished at the request. 'I can't survive on what I was given' The dominate one raise to his feet and narrowed his eyes. 'Name boy.' Doubtfully he replied 'O-Oliver...Sir'
'Get rid of him now' Nobody moved.
'I said now!'
The workers movies quickly and grabbed him by his arms. Oliver struggled but soon gave up. The struggles weakened him and he soon became to feel faint. All faces were blurry and nothing looked right.
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The Artful Twist
Fanfiction|Dedication to xXRubyChanXx| Oliver began his life living awfully without choice and it doesn't seem to get any better. Oliver has nobody on his side and fears for his future. Can Oliver cope for much longer?
