yes I'm aware that first chapter...wasn't...really...well...a chapter, that is
I'm going to give you some of the actual first chapter now, so you can actually tell if you like the story
The Dodger was bored. He should have been happy right now, but no he was bored. He'd had a great day pickpocketing with Charlie and the gang, brought in a nice haul of handkerchiefs and wallets, the wallets lined of course, and was now playing poker with the boys, winning all the rounds, naturally. This was everyday for Jack Dawkins, and though it was a good life, one he most enjoyed, it did get boring with everyday being the same pattern and all.
The last time The Dodger had felt this way he'd taken pity on an urchin thinking he could join up with Fagin and the rest of them. Well that hadn't gone well at all, in fact he was lucky not to have been shipped off to Australia, in fact if Bill had come to the hideout rather than his and Nancy's place they would've been toast. All in all the whole Oliver incident had been bad news for Dodger.
Charley said he needed love, then again he'd said it after several bodles of gin and a lot of laughing shared with himself, else Jack wouldn't had let his facade down long enough for him to ask such a thing and Charley would have remembered the indecent forever dooming the Artful Dodger.
so there's something, please review on your thoughts, and please follow/favorite/comment to let me know someone is actually reading this