"THIEF", that one word was screamed throughout the whole marketplace which made everyone stop what they were doing and turn around to see who shouted. There, a middle aged man stood pointing an accusing finger at me, a small young pale girl with dirty, messy hair pulled messily into a long pony tail, my hair reaching the ground. I had a dirty torn sleeveless shirt one size to big, and wore black ruined shorts held together by a silver belt. My face and body was covered thickly with disgusting dirt makeing me look like I fell into muddy bog. Most people looked at me than went back to whatever they were doing while a few others went over to me and the man and tried to discuss things. After an argument, some fake tears, an apology from the man who accused me of stealing three apples, and a "be careful and stay out of trouble", I went on my way to 'check out' the National Central Library.
Next time our unnamed hero will meet the Fullmeatle Alchemis and hs brother!