Chapter 3 - gotta pick a pocket or two

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The next morning
Dodger was the one to wake you up... He was looking over you, shouting right in your face. You slowly opened your E/C eyes and opened your mouth so wide to let out a yawn.
"W- what time is it?" You asked almost falling back to sleep.
"5:00 in the morning." You roled your eyes, covering your head with your blanket.
"Come on Y/N get up we ave work to do. GET UP." You stood up and streached your arms out wide, you were so tierd all you really wanted to do was sleep.  He grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you up and out the door...

A busy london street.

You followed Dodger and charlie around,  ot wanting to get lost again or even worse be seen by Mr Bumble, that evil man. When you were at that workhouse all you had was gruel, that disgusting, horrid gruel. He starved you so much that Dodger and charlie could probably see the bones in your arms.
"Quick Y/N get over ere now please." He hushed you over his way. He was standing behind the same guy that you saw him pickpocket yesterday.
"Go on try to pickpocket this man." You shook your head up and down. Having no clue on how you were going to get his wallet, you were going to try anyway. You stepped forwards, Fagins words spinning in your head... have no fear attack the rear get in and pick a pocket or two boys, you got to pick at pocket or two... (sorry)
You slid you hand into his pocket and pulled his wallet out. And before he could see you you turned around; you let out a giggle, you did it! Fagin will be well impressed. You, Dodg and Charlie sat down on the side of the pavement. You were opening the wallet, inside you saw a locket, a couple of pound and a red jewel incrusted neckless.
"Coure blimey, you are brilliant," Dodger exlaimed, his face lighting up at the look of the treasures. All of you stood up. You thought it was time to see Fagin...

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