I DO NOT OWN OLIVER TWIST!
THIS IS NOT COPIED FROM THE FILM I`M JUST MAKING IT GO ALONG WITH IT! I WILL NOT BE USING THE SAME WORDS AS THE ONES IN OLIVER! Proceed :
Alone on the terrifying streets of London, sat a girl in her child years of five years old , if you must know. She new nothing about the world and its horrible dangers. Sadly, she was dumped off on a path no longer than six hours ago. Crying, she wobbled onto her feet before exploring the world.
After a while, she came across a huge building with the words ' WORKHOUSE ' but she did not know this seeing as she could not read. Carefully, she looked inside the huge iron gate before her tatty, old dress got caught onto an iron bar! Scared, she pulled and pulled until her dress ripped showing her no longer wight and full of mud petticoat.
After panicking, she took a deep breath before hearing a door open and shut loudly. Scared, she screamed in horror and braised herself for the yelling that might come her way. But, no yelling, screaming or beating. Just an old lady probably in her forty`s. Slowly, she uncovered her ocean blue eyes and looked at the lady straight in the eyes. Gently, the old lady picked the girl up and carried her inside to be met with a chubby, fat man.
" Ah, who do we have here, Mrs. Bumble? " Asked the fat man.
" I found the poor thing stuck to the gate alone. No parents were there so I am guessing she has none, Mr. Bumble. " said Mrs. Bumble.
" I see! Take her too the basement where all the other babies are. I`ll be down there in a second, " ordered Mr. Bumble.
Mrs. Bumble carefully carried the little girl too the basement being extra slow on the steps. Slowly, she opened the squeaky, beaten door and placed the girl in a crib. Mrs. Bumble studied the young girls features: Bright, blue ocean eyes, a cute bunny nose, soft pale skin and beautiful, golden hair. Mrs. Bumble knew she could be a right looker when she was older, and probably get a job as a prostitute if she pleases.
Soon later, Mr. Bumble loudly emerged through the door and looked at the now sleeping child. He thought for a while for a name like he did with Oliver Twist. Quite an innocent boy, and would probably become good friends with the girl except he`s four years old. Still, good friend. Silently, he thought for a while…
Evelyn? No, does not match her beautiful hair.
Elsie? No, does not match her ocean blue eyes.
He thought for a bit pondering the name. She looked like someone who`d begin with an E too be completely honest.
EVA!
He thought after half an hour, the little girl shall be called Eva. She definitely looked like one, after the first name the second name flowed easily.. Cadwell!
After his jolly little celebration, he went to Inform Mrs. Bumble of the new arrival at the Workhouse…
10 YEARS LATER-
Eva`s POV-
I awoke from the blinding sun at six in the morning ready to hatch my master plan after ten years of being cooped up in this run down place. Oliver , of course , will be coming with me later on but decided to stay for breakfast. Here`s the plan:
Oliver and I will ask for more food.
We get sent away too another person.
We find a way too escape at night and run away too any deeper part of London
Pretty straight forward. Oh, by the way I am fifteen and Oliver is fourteen now. We are quite good mates and do almost everything together… almost.
Quickly, I changed out of my night gown and changed into my work clothes… everyday clothes :
A white, dirty dress.
A black apron
Black, scuffed shoes
Not the most ideal clothing for a cold day like this I must say, but it`s all we can get, sadly.
After changing, I skipped down the stairs, but not before getting stood on by all the older- OK, I tell a lie. They are the same age, but i`m just sadly smaller. We all came down the stairs in single file, but someone started singing…:
Is it worth the waiting for?
If we live till eighty four
All we ever get is gruel!
That sounded like Oliver! I decided to help him out and sing too
Every day we say our prayer -
Will they change the bill of fare?
Still we get the same old gruel!
After my singing, everyone began to join in!
There's not a crust, not a crumb can we find,
can we beg, can we borrow, or cadge,
But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill
When we all close our eyes and imagine-
Food, glorious food,
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we're in the mood -
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas pudding and saveloys
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys -
in digestion!
Food Glorious food
We're anxious to try it
Three banquets a day
Our favorite diet
Just picture a great big steak
Fried, roasted, or stewed
Oh food! wonderful food! marvelous
food! glorious food!
Food glorious food
What is there more handsome?
Gulped, swallowed or chewed,
Still worth a KINGS RANSOM!
What is it we dream about?
What brings on a sigh?
Piled peaches and cream about-
SIX FEET HIGH
Food glorious food
Eat right through the menu
just loosen your belt
two inches and then you-
work up a new appetite
in this interlude
then food once again
food fabulous food
glorious food
Food glorious food
don't care what it looks like
Burnt underdone crude
don't CARE what the cooks like
Just thinking of growing fat
our senses go reeling
One moment of knowing that
Full up feeling
Food glorious food
What wouldn't we give for
That extra bit more
That's all we live for
Why should we be fated to do
Nothing but brood on food
Magical food,
Wonderful food
marvelous food,
Beautiful food,
Food, Glorious food glorious food
After that little musical, everyone sat down and waited for Mr. Bumble too say his prayer.
After the prayer, everyone began eating like rapid packed animals! Honestly, the girls - and icluding me- did too.
After the food, Oliver and I looked at each other nervously before walking towards Mr. Bumble.
" P-please, sir, " Oliver started.
" Can we have some more? " I asked.
Mr. Bumble looked infuriated at us and also quite astonished, kind of a funny face but I could not laugh otherwise we`d be in more trouble.
" MORE!? " Mr. Bumble shouted.
He ordered the workers too chase after us and we did not go fast considering we wanted too leave anyways.
Luckily, it was soon decided we had too leave the Workhouse! Step one complete...