Alright! This is my new fanfiction called The Little Orphan Boy. This is basically Eli being a little orphan thief that falls for private school—and rich girl—Clare Edward, but her brother Adam, gets in the way of that...
This all wouldn't be edited so fast if it wasn't for my lovely beta reader EFlareDegrassi. She was able to get through this story in about a good ten minutes which is pretty AMAZING! Well, if you ask me :)
Alright, now I think I've done my share of rambling, so I'll let you read this. Hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi in any way shape or form :)
Ages:
Elijah Goldsworthy: 12
Clare Edwards: 11
Adam Edwards: 13
Summary:
In the small streets of Toronto, young Elijah Goldsworthy learns to make his own way by stealing bread from the local shops. It was how he was brought up; being an orphan and all. When Elijah saves young Clare Edwards and older twin brother Adam, he feels attracted to the young girl. Sadly, the little orphan boy will have no luck with Clare as long as Adam stays in the way...
Maybe that could change...
Little Orphan Boy:
A scrawny boy with brown hair clutched the basket of bread tightly under his arms, unwilling to let it go. It would be his food for the week, and he can't afford to get caught. His heart is pounding with anxiety, it's a close chase. Too close.
"Stop thief!" The merchant panted trying to grab the hem of the boy's tattered shirt. The boy stifled a scream, and desperately tried to force his scrawny legs to move faster. He couldn't make it...He's going to get caught...
To the boy's relief the man's footsteps pursuing him died down, and he ran into his hideout; hoping the merchant would never find him.
Eli's Journal: Entry #1
My motto:
You do what you have to do to survive,
Nothing more nothing less.
Simply look out for yourself and leave others behind.
I enforce this motto all the time.
And I'll keep doing it, till the day I die.
I'm a thief looking to survive.
Just enough to put bread on the table.
Literally.
Eli's Journal: Entry #2
It was a close chase today.
A deathly close one.
The merchant could just barely touch my shirt.
And it's scaring me...
Because it seems like they're finally catching up to me.
And there's no way I can lose them...
I threw my journal on the other side of my tiny home and began opening my stolen bread, and taking a large bite. You see, stealing is what I do on a daily basis. I have to survive with it, no choice but to. My parents had left me alone and to fend for myself about four years ago; leaving me with little—if any—money to live with. Well, that money ran out about four years ago, after our home was robbed...
This forced me to steal from local stands all over Toronto. I would die of hunger without stealing this stupid bread. If you want to survive, then you have to do stupid things.
This is all because my parents left me...
I really hated it when I first started out. Seeing the hurt on the owners faces when I look over my shoulder, makes me feel like crying. I really hated it—being a selfish thief—but what could i do about it? I can't tell anybody, or they'll take me away from my home. If I keep stealing, then I'll eventually get caught, just like today. Maybe I could beg for money on the streets, throw myself at others mercy, hoping they'll help me.
Because...I'm a little helpless orphan boy...
"Hey, come back here! I'm not done with you" A deep male voice shouted from afar.
There was a crash coming from outside, and then a girlish squeal erupted into the air. I threw my basket of bread under a random blanket and ran outside. In the distance I could see two figures running for dear life just as I was before. Then another figure came into the background, it was big and bulky. Someone is chasing them!
I raced out of my home and ran towards the three figures. As I got closer, I could tell that the two figures before were a boy and a girl. They both had scratches and mud caked on their faces, and their azure eyes held fear. I was stricken with empathy. They're going through the same thing I am...
I zipped past the two people causing them to look over their shoulders and give me a questioning look. The person chasing them then began to stop in his tracks and stare at me. He began to chuckle at me as determination began blazing in my jade green eyes.
Suddenly I found my scrawny body in midair, about to tackle the boy chasing the two people. His eyes widened in shock and he made not type of attempt to defend himself, he simply stood there and watch my body hurl towards him. I knocked him down successfully and the grabbed the hem of his shirt, forcing him to look at me.
"Who do you think you are, picking on little kids!" I spat menacingly. The boy's face paled and began to wave his hands in the air, meaning he wants mercy.
"Okay, okay, I'll leave them alone!" He yelped flailing around.
I growled at the boy then released him from my grip. As I turned away from the boy, I let out an internal sigh of relief. That probably was the most scariest—fun and spontaneous—moment in my life. I actually enjoyed it...
"So what brings you to these parts of Toronto?" I asked the boy named Adam as I put cheap bandages on his face.
"That guy was trying to rob us...We're—my sister Clare and I—wealthy people, so they try to take advantage of us.
I glimpsed at Clare who was sitting in a corner. She had curly auburn brown hair, and bright blue eyes that matched Adam's. I have to admit, she really looks pretty—the whole innocent look is attractive and all...
"Clare, we need to leave, mom and dad will worry if we're not returning home soon." Adam said getting up from where he was sitting. Clare looked at him then glanced to me, her face reddened.
"Um, yeah," Clare mumbled getting up from her corner. "Thank you for the hospitality, um here you go..." She continued shyly, pulling out a twenty and handing it to me.
I began to open my mouth to protest about the money but the two already left... And all i could think about for the rest of the day were those delicate blue eyes that held mine for just one moment.
Call me girly but, Clare, you make my heart flutter...