"Elo! You got anything to spare! Food or money maybe?" Ben gave me his puppy-dog eyes, but it was hard. We had been through so much recently especially about Michael.
"Does it look like I am rich? Errr no!" I shouted back, hitting him lightly on the head with my damp, dirty sweater. Ben gave it to me as a present from Primark years ago, but it still fit because I was so thin. Being on the streets made you thin, but strong in case you had to defend yourself. It was likely, and Ben had already been scarred by that, so we always snuck in the gym on Sundays, just on the event of defending yourself. It had never actually helped but you never know!
"But El… we share! Remember? You get money off the violin, I work in the 'trade'"
I snorted knowing the 'trade' was pickpocketing. I and Ben hated it, but we had to band together to get money. We had to do whatever to survive.
I on the other hand, had a violin that had been passed down generations of my so called family. I never classed them as my family. My only family was Ben and Michael, and he was gone. I had to play the violin to get measly pennies to help get us by, money, food, clothes. The only comfort was that I was not alone. Others like me had no one.
I started taking my violin out of the case. It was very old had a name scrawled along the bottom
Jem Carstairs
But this Jem person was odd. The violin had a false bottom where knifes could be stored, and tubes, both large and small could be placed. Obviously this person was a psychopath.
I rubbed my charm bracelet for good luck. Michael got it for me on an unusual day, to say the least, and I have never took it off since. It is a glassy material, but it is not glass. It is so strange! But what is weirder were the charms. They were all symbols, like and eye, a diamond with flicks at the top, and so on.
I started singing whilst playing my violin. The song came to me in a dream, and it just worked.
I quickly looked up and say a boy with platinum blonde hair walking towards me.