The Chronicles of Seignior Pirelli
The sun shone upon young Davey Collins face as he laid dormant in the workhouse. He got up and moaned, along with many other tired workhouse children. He got into his Old rags and went over to the serving hall to get his food. To be honest, he wasn't a handsome boy, neck length black hair, curly, and greasy. He was very thin as well. With very pale skin and a flushed face. He approached the woman who was serving the food, "W-what is this?" The young boy asked the server, immediately regretting what he had said. The server looked like a drill sergeant. "Umm… never mind…" He added quivering, quickly scurrying over to another table to sit and eat his meal.
"Ay' Collins!" One of the children said. With two other tough guys sat beside the boy. "So Collins, you ere tha' our boy John am gettin' taken in today by some merchant. So we thought at' we'd ave' a little party for him, startin' by lettin' him ave' your food!" The biggest one yelled, taking the plate of the small boy after another one grabbed his arm and chicken winged him… Davey twitched a little at the pain "Let go!" He called out, struggling to escape the boys grasp. "Oh look at' little Davey! Thinks he can escape from us guys!" One of them called, hitting the boy across the head. knocking out one of his teeth. "Say goodbye to him like a good little boy!" One of the kids said, lifting his head from upon the table to look at the boy "Let go…" He said weakly, "Fine, come on boys he aint worth it…" The biggest one said, leaving the boy alone, to lay there weakly, barely able to move his head after the punch he took.
"Stupid boys…" Davey Collins muttered under his breath, sweeping up the workhouse. "What boys?" A young girl asked him with a smile, they had both been friends for a long time, both got sent to the workhouse when they were but little children. "Oh just some stupid boys, they come and beat me up at breakfast this morning. At least they did it because one of them was leaving…." He said with a sigh, resting his head on the broom. "Oh people like that make me so angry…" Said the blonde girl, who looked kind of like Johanna, blonde hair, pale skin. Quite pretty really, had she money then she would have been a fine looking young girl. "I hope we get taken out of this place soon…" Davey said, with a frown, the girl still smiling "Maybe we could both be taken in by the same person? That would be nice." She said, as Davey gave a small chuckle, happy to know that he had at least one friend in the world. "Oh ya! Did you hear? A barber is coming to the workhouse later looking for people to help him in his shop!" The girl told him, his face lit up for the first time that day. He had always wanted to be a civilized barber. He had dreamt of being the best in the land. "Davey? You went quiet for a bit…" The girl said, looking puzzled at his silence, "Oh… ya! just thinking about what you said, the barber and all…" He had dreamt of being a barber for years, and soon would come his chance…