Disclamer: I DO NOT OWN INTO THE WOODS! I only own Tom!
Chapter 1: The Thief
I wish What did he wish? For Tom, quite a few things came to mind. He wished his parents were still alive, he wished he didn't have to beg and steal for food, he wished he had a job, a bit of money, or any other talent than getting into trouble. He wished he wasn't walking down this road, peering in windows of shops to see if anyone was still there. He wished he didn't have to do this. Sadly Tom knew his wish would never come true. His mother died in childbirth, as many women did, and his father died when he was 8 from a battle wound. They were already a poor family and had no money for Tom to use after his father's funeral. He had no brothers or sisters and any other family lived to far away to do hom any good. Tom was on his own.
It was a very cold night for late March. Tom could see his breath as he shuffled down the narrow path. He was a gangly young man, much too skinny and had his mother's blue eyes and his father's black hair, but his looks never got him very far begging on the streets. All he wanted was some food, was that to much to ask for a starving orphan? Even though he had turned 18 last October, no one in town would give him work; they all knew his face was bad for business. Finally, Tom came across the bakery. There has to be food in a bakery, right? As he tested the door he couldn't believe his luck. It was unlocked and no one seemed to be in the front room. That was until a young woman appeared. She would've been very beautiful, if she wasn't hitting Tom with a broom. "What're you doing here? Who are you? Get out," She yelled. She was trying keep her voice hushed but she wasn't doing a very good job. "Tom! My name is Tom," he said "and who are you if I might ask?" She gave him a questioning look for a moment before answering, "Cinderella"
"Now, what are you doing here," Cinderella asked again, this time more forcfully. Tom heard footsteps coming down the stairs when a man appeared. "What's wrong" he asked Cinderella clearly worried. "This boy tried to steal food. He says his name is Tom" she said. Tom smiled sheepishly, "Hi." "What do you want," the baker asked him. Tom couldn't help but notice Cinderella watching him out of the corner of his eye. She really was beautiful, but sadly his thoughts were intrupted by the baker barking at him to answer the question. "Please," Tom cried, "I'm an orphan, I've no food, and no one will give me work. A loaf of bread is all I ask." The baker took a loaf of bread and threw it at him. Tom looked down at the bread in disbelief, took it, and ran. As he left he caught a swift glance of Cinderella's smooth brown hair as she whipped around to face the baker, probably to question why he gave Tom the food. And that chocolate colored hair was all Tom could think about as he drifted asleep in the woods.
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. I hope you all liked it. This is my first ever fic (yaaayy!) so if it sucked...sorry. Please reveiw and tell me what you thought, no flames please but constructive critisism is always good. Thanks for reading I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can. Bye!