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My feet pounded the dirty streets of London. I took a loaf of bread and now the man's dog is after me. I push my body to run faster. I see stairs that lead up to a door, I turn to see the dog knock itself and a man over. I make it up the stairs in time to just shut the door in the big dog's face. I plop down on the floor and laugh as I eat my bread. The mutt finally left, after a few seconds.
"What do you think you're doing in here, lad?" A husky voice from behind me asks. I turn around and stand up to see a frightening man sitting in a barber chair. I drop the bread.
"I-I'm s-sorry, s-sir!" I stutter with fear, "It's just, the dog and-" The man cut me off,
"How old are you, boy?" I stare at him.
"Girl, actually, and seventeen." Hey looked surprised. Well, if I didn't know me I would think I was a boy as well, what with my very short orange hair and choice of clothes.
"Get out then, girl."
"I have a name you know! It's Frankie, by the way." I said angrily, I have a short temper. He pulled out a shaving razor, pinned me to the wall, put it up to my throat and said evilly,
"Don't lip me girl," I glared at him and all of a sudden a women comes rushing up the stairs.
"What's with all the noise up here- Mr. T, put the poor boy down right this instant!" he does, I plunk down to the floor and the women comes rushing over to help me.
"Oh deary me, come 'ere lad-" I cut her off explaining to her I am a girl. She states her name Mrs. Lovett, and the mans name, Sweeney Todd.
"I'm Francine Greyson-Marie, everyone calls me Frankie though."
"What a lovely name deary. Come downstairs, lets leave Mr. Todd be, he's a bit of a cranky ol' bugger sometimes." I laughed, I like her. As we walked down the stairs I heard Mr. Todd mutter something about bloody woman and soft spot for street children, rude.
Mrs. Lovett and I talked and drank gin. I learned the Mr. T is a barber and Mrs. Lovett was a baker and his land lady of sorts. We were definitely having a hell of a good time, that is, until a certain Mr. Sweeney Todd came down.
"You're still here girl?" he asked coldly. I answered with a slurred,
"Of course, why wouldn't I be Mr. T?"
"It's nearly midnight, don't you have family to bother." I glared at him, he crossed the line with that comment. I got up, walked over, looked him in the eyes.
"As a matter of fact, I don't! Abandoned me they did, buggers, the whole lot of 'em." I said with a sour look upon my freckled face as I took a swig from the bottle of gin.
"Your free to stay 'ere with us sweet 'art." Mrs. Lovett told me.
"No, she bloody well, is not!"
"Mr. T, the poor lass has nowhere t'go. Have a heart." With that said Mr. T went back upstairs to go brood and I was going to live 'ere on Fleet Street.
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