James's Page

I sat down right next to the school hoping to steal a piece of toast I smelled baking. But you know it ain't that simple. Cameras, I'd be found and sent back to the orphanage, for what? Wait to be adopted? Not likely for an 16 year old bum. James then name, not Bond. I was about to enter a blind spot where the cameras wouldn't see me when I would enter but then came up 17 black Goverment Vans. Troops ran past me while I rasied my hands over my head yelling "I am sorry! I swear I won't do it… Continue