The Bust Boy. (Jalbert)

Chapter 1: A Foggy Path.

"You're 18 now, it's time you leave this god for saken place and make it out in the real world!" One of the sisters yelled as she pushed Albert out into the snow.

"Where am I supposed to go?! I have no money or anything!" Albert yelled back, dragging his suitcase along.

"Figure it out! You're no long our problem." The Sister shut the door with an echoing sound.

Albert stood there with a small suitcase in hand. His cheeks were a tinted pink colour and his hands were cold. He was finally old enough to leave that terrible orphanage but no one had prepared him for the outside world.

He had no smarts or work experience. Money was a foreign concept and food was scarce.

He was a troubled some kid. After his parents dropped him off at the orphanage at the age of 3 he hadn't heard from them at all. With little knowledge of them, he already hated them for leaving him at the orphanage which was run by religious fanatics with peanut sized brains.

Albert always hated the idea of learning. He didn't know how to read, write or even use proper grammar when speaking. He was always off making trouble in the kitchens or bedrooms while everyone else did as told. Most days he would go without food as a punishment for his playful antics. Because of this, he was extremely lean.

All he really knew how to do was create trouble and clean. Cleaning because that was one of his most common punishments. He was very good with hands on work when it came to cleaning or organizing things.

The snow crunched under his ragged shoes as the snow flakes beat the skin on his cold, wet face. His hair was always but a mess and his clothes were almost ripped to shreds. Bruises and dirt were also scattered across his body.

As most orphans do, Albert headed into town where most things usually took place. It was a bit of a walk but nothing Albert couldn't handle. When being isolated from society, it was hard knowing wrong from right but Albert had an idea of what the streets were like.

In the distance he spotted the royal castle. He always thought wrong of the royal family. Just spoiled brats he would say. He would always imitate how he thought the royals would act. Of course, this got him a scrubbing of the toilets for a week.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes taking them off the castle and onto the path ahead. It was quite blurry and cold but was at least bearable for what Albert was wearing.

As he made his way into town he immediately began to seek shelter. He noticed a small Café that looks quite pleasant. He would only be in there till he warmed up for he knew a lot of people would think him as poor and mentally deranged.

The bell rang signalling he had walked in. The warmth of the place immediately hit his face as he stepped inside with his small suitcase. There was a rather small chair in the corner of the place in which he sat in and rubbed his hands together.

Looking around the place, Albert saw no one actually staring at him. Everyone was just going on about their day and not paying attention to him at all. It released tension in him that no cared he was there.

"Everyone! Everyone! Gather around!" A man yelled as he entered the shop. People began crowding around him, including Albert, to see what this man wanted.

"The royal family is asking for servants yet again! Those bastards think we are their slaves!" People began muttering and such as the man spoke. Albert however wanted to know more about this job.

He was at least smart enough to take care of himself. If he gathered up enough money from the royal family he could easily just buy himself everything he needed. Of course, life doesn't always work like that.

"How many damn servants do those people need?!" A women yelled and a bunch of people yelled "Yeah" in agreement.

Albert, finally warm enough, grabbed his things and left the Café. He began making his way to the castle which wasn't too far from where the town was. He always despised the royal family but he needed money and cleaning was the only thing he was really good at - other than creating trouble.

A/N: Aye first chapter! Tell me what you guys think in the comments! Have a nice day! ~ Sam