My family used to be rich, they had so much I still don't understand how my father gambled it all the way. We lost the company, the mansion , and I lost my family. They didn't die in a fire like my great-grandparents, no they left me. Its been five years, five long years I've been living on this street corner, jiggling a soup can for pennies. My name is Drew Phantomhive. I'm sixteen years old and have been told I'm the spitting image of my grandfather when he was my age.
Today it rained. I held layers of newspaper over my head. A man came and tossed coins into my can and held his umbrella over my head. I put down the papers and looked up to see a man not much older than me. Twenty maybe twenty five , he had long black hair that hung in his face and blood red eyes. You should have seen the look on his face when he saw mine. His eyes widened and he seemed shocked to the core. I wonder why. Maybe he was expecting some sixty year old man clutching a paper bag with a booze bottle inside, but instead he got little old me. Standing up, I noticed how tall he was, he had to be over six feet.
"Thank- you so much." I said with a smile the coins he had tossed could feed me for a week. The man still stood, eyes widened with shock.
"Mister? Hello? Are you alright?" I gently shook the man's shoulder.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry. May I ask your name?" The man said coming out of his trance.
"My names Drew Phantomhive. Pleasure to meet you Mister?"
"Oh sorry, I'm Sebastian Michaelis." He smiled
" Pleasure to meet you Mister Michaelis."