~Chapter One ~
You stare inside store window. That was to beautiful mittens. You wished you could buy them. Winter is here. It will snow tomorrow. And you're stuck with old and too-small mitten. You awe at the lovely mitten in the window one more time then sigh.
"Excuse me, miss." One of the store clerks walked out and greeted you. The man smiled brightly and motioned her to come. "Are going to going to buy something?" You start to back away. He makes a confused look at you then step forward. You step back again then shake your head fiercely.
Then you ran. You ran and ran and refused to look back. You closed your eyes forcefully and continued running.
You are Abigail Addison. You are American. You live on the streets in England now. Your family is back in America. Without you. Why did they leave you alone? Did they not care? Well, you don't care either because they obviously don't love you! Why should you love them!
Suddenly you bumped into someone's arm. You fell to the ground. Knocking off your hat and revealing your long ebony hair. You can feel the scratch on your hand. Blood dripped out and reached and put your glove on one hand. "I'm sorry miss, but you nearly bumped into my master." You look up and saw a man with burning red eyes. They looked right through you. Scaring you.
You shook your head rushed to your feet and turned quickly to run the opposite way. But not before noticing the small blue eyed boy the butler called 'master.' A blue ring on his finger. "Sebastian do you see that necklace?" You heard him say.
My necklace? You thought. Your brother bought it for you when you were young. You stopped to gaze back. The boy had the necklace in his hand. Your necklace was in his hand. He gave the butler a look and the butler gave you a creepy smile. With those red eyes staring at you, you got to scared and you ran once again. But how do you? How will you get your necklace back?
. . .
The next morning it snowed. You slept in a abandon house last night and when you woke up snow covered your feet and hands. You woke up and reached to your necklace. Not there. Gone. Missing. No, not missing. That blue eyed boy with the creepy butler has it. Thief. You thought. You scratched your head and realized your hat was missing also. You sigh and stood up. You head bumping into the low roof. The roof crack became bigger. You climb out the window and jumped. Your boots sank into the deep snow. You need to find your hat.
"Go!" The neighbor's parents forced their child to shovel the snow instead of their normal yelling. Glad that can agree on something. You thought. The boy next door kicked the shovel into the air and it fall back down slowly. You quickly grabbed the shovel and ran. You retrace your steps to the accident with the boy. You shoveled the sidewalk snow. The same nice guy from the store yesterday gave you some money. I bit at least to get a snack.
You shoveled and shoveled and shoveled and shoveled! But you couldn't find it anywhere then you remember. The boy from yesterday. He must have it. With his butler. You shallow. But where is he?