I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK AND I AM NOT DEAD NOR DO I HAVE A BEARD SO I AM NOT CHARLES DICKENS!
EVA`S POV-
Dodger jogged off to a beaten down door and knocked firmly. After about ten seconds, someone responded to the rather loud knock.
" What`s the password? " A boy`s voice called out.
" Plummy and slam! " Dodger whispered but a bit loud.
Quickly, the door was pulled back to reveal a rather dirty looking boy but even MORE dirty than Dodger. Stepping aside, the boy allowed us three to pass through but I got a little smirk from the boy… wrong decision to come here?
Probably…
But, I hope I never regret it.
Anyways, Dodger pulled us up some cracked, broken steps with holes big enough for the worlds fattest person to get into! Who to be honest… is not even that fat. Dodger let go of Oliver but did not let go of my arm… weird. Almost like time stopped, the other people - who were all boys - in the room stopped and looked at us… but uncomfortably mostly me.
" HE BROUGHT BACK A HOT GIRL! HE`S NOW THE BEST THIE- " Some random boy shouted out.
" Shu` u` Charlie! " Dodger scolded.
The younger boys like eight year olds were adorable! I could just squeeze their chubby cheeks! But, I did not because that would just be weird.
" Fagi`! " Dodger called out for a person I pressumed was called Fagin.
Did I mention his cockney accent is literally the cutest thing I have ever heard? Probably did not, but now you know… your very welcome!
Soon, an old looking man with bright yellow teeth, a ginger beard which was curved into a triangle shape at the end, bright orange, small locks which sat on top of his head, a bright hazel pair of eyes and shirt with a white collar but went into striped patterns. He looked in his late sixties… close to seventy. In fact, he looked very close!
" Ahh, who do we have here, my dear? " Fagin asked.
" Thi` is Oliver Twist, an` Eva Cadwell, " Dodger introduced us.
" Ahh, I see Oliver go to the three boys back there I will be there soon, " Fagin told him, " as for you Eva, I will have Nancy and Bet discuss what your job will be… you will meet them two tomorrow. "
" Ok, sir, " Oliver and I said at the same time.
" Uh.. Fagi`? Does `he `eally `ave two `o Nancy an` Bet`s `ob? " Dodger asked kind of worried.
" Why, yes, Dodger. She needs to make a livin` somehow, " Fagin confirmed walking away.
Dodger gulped kind of… what`s so bad about their job? Can`t be that bad, right?
" Dodger? What excactly are Nany and Bet`s jobs? " I asked curiously.
" Uhh… `ou `ill `ind out `omorrow… " Dodger said. " `nyways, Oliver `o to `hem `hree, `hey ar` `alled Alfie, Davy an` Charlie. Eva, `ollow me. "
And so I did, and in fact I wish I NEVER did. The room smelt of alchol, cigarettes and smoke. I scrunched up my face in disgust.
" `ont `orry, yer`ll `et use` `o i`, " Dodger assured noticing my facial expression.
" `oys! `his `s Eva! Eva, yer`ll `earn `heir `ames `ater… " Dodger said.
" Hello.../hey / pretty… " The boys muttered looking at me before returning to their games.
Dodger went red like rage when some of the older looking boys said pretty… Huh?
" DINNER`S READY! " Fagin boomed loudly.
Dodger quickly led me over to a small table where all the boys including Oliver were pilled onto each other.
" Right boys, you`ve met Eva and Oliver. Now, why don`t we play the game with Oliver? Eva will go into Nancy and Bet`s job so she won`t need to be apart of it… " Fagin said.
The boys all gasped in disgust except Oliver and Fagin… what`s so bad about their job!?
" SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE`S TEN!? YOU REALLY WANNA PUT A TEN YEAR OLD IN A JOB LIKE THAT?! " Charlie called out.
" `he`s `ifteen… " Dodger desperatley tried to reason with Fagin.
" STILL! THOSE TWO ARE IN THEIR TWENTIES! " A person who i`m guessing is Alfie called out.
" QUIET! " Fagin boomed making the boys go silent, " if she`s gonna stay here she needs a job! And I have all the cleaning under control and Eva needs to have Nancy and Bet`s job seeing she not old enough to have another! "
" Why can`t she do the same as the rest of us?! " A boy called out.
" It`s not like a women to be out with loaded pockets! " Fagin aurgued.
" Sexist… " another boy muttered.
Luckily, Fagin did not hear him and continued what he was talking about before that aurgument.
" Anyways, Oliver can you see the handkerchief thats falling outside of my pocket? " Fagin asked.
" Yes, sir! Just the corner, " Oliver confirmed him.
" Can ya!? Now, see if you can take it, " Fagin said before bursting out into song :
In this life, one thing counts
In the bank, large amounts
I'm afraid these don't grow on trees,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys,
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
Large amounts don't grow on trees.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
Why should we break our backs
Stupidly paying tax?
Better get some untaxed income
Better to pick-a-pocket or two.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
Why should we all break our backs?
Better pick-a-pocket or two.
[FAGIN (spoken)]
Who says crime doesn't pay?
[sung] Robin Hood, what a crook!
Gave away, what he took.
Charity's fine, subscribe to mine.
Get out and pick-a-pocket or two
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
Robin Hood was far too good
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.
[FAGIN]
Take a tip from Bill Sikes
He can whip what he likes.
I recall, he started small
He had to pick-a-pocket or two.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
We can be like old Bill Sikes
If we pick-a-pocket or two.
[FAGIN (spoken)]
Stop thief!
Dear old gent passing by
Something nice takes his eye
Everything's clear, attack the rear
Get in and pick-a-pocket or two.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
Have no fear, attack the rear
Get in and pick-a-pocket or two.
[FAGIN]
When I see someone rich,
Both my thumbs start to itch
Only to find some peace of mind
I have to pick-a-pocket or two.
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two, boys
You've got to pick-a-pocket or two.
[BOYS]
Just to find some peace of mind
[FAGIN AND BOYS]
We have to pick-a-pocket or two!
Oliver tried taking the handkerchief but fell down the stairs! I winced imagining the pain he possibly felt during that.
" I`ve got it, sir! " Oliver called out.
" What a clever boy! Charlie! Get the sausages! " Fagin demanded.
Charlie bolted into a kitchen looking area and ended up back with a huge pan full of sausages. All of us took a sausage, but I refrained myself from drinking the gin. I`m to young to go loopy with alcohol. But, I can not say the same for the othes, Oliver of course just had to take one look at it and he immediantly hated it.
Once we were finished, Dodger was ordered to lead me to where I was sleeping. Surprisingly, it was right next to Dodger`s but poor Oliver had to sleep in a basket. I tried offering the bed, but Oliver always declined.
" G`night, Eva, " Dodger whispered.
" Night, Dodger… " I said before falling off into a deep sleep.