Twist's Orphan Life

By David

Later that evening, the board were discussing Oliver's fate."Hung!"Demanded the man in the white waistcoat. The conversation lasted all night, as the destitute child listened closely from upstairs. The other option was for him to be sold for £5, but the board wanted him to be dead… The next day, Oliver did all of the right things until he was told he was going to be hung. He sprinted upstairs crying his eyes out...

The day after, he didn't do any of his jobs he just hid for the whole day and therefore nobody could find him. That evening, he was sitting behind a crate, but soon BANG! The door slammed open and it was Mr Bumble standing in the door frame."Where are you BOY?!"Boomed The Beadle. There was no sound besides the footsteps of Mr Bumble and Oliver's pounding heart which sounded like a stampede of buffalos. The plump man was getting closer and closer but then suddenly SWOOSH! That sound startled Mr Bumble and then he went up to the window and found it broken with a shadowy figure running further and further away from the workhouse.

Olivers fatigued body ran and ran until he saw the bright lights of the train station. He got to the entrance but he was denied. "Young boy, no ticket no entrance," explained the ticket warden.
"Please Sir, please," begged Oliver.
"I'm sorry lad," apologised the man. Oliver had no choice but to give up, however an idea sprung into Oliver's mind. He saw that there was a broken fence that he could crawl through. It was a chance for Olivers thin, versatile body to come in handy. He got through and found the last train leaving for London. "London, yes London that's the one!" Screeched Oliver with excitement.

Oliver got on the back of the train with nobody noticing. Half an hour later, the train arrived at the station. Oliver was buzzing with excitement as he jumped off the rusty steam train. Oliver saw a piece of bread hanging out of a woman's bag. His quiet feet, tip-toed and in the blink of an eye, the bread was gone. Oliver was enjoying his bread until a hession bag darkened his vision."Quick, get him in the alleyway Dodge," demanded a strange, shadowy man. He found him self being dragged along the rough roads of London. The bag came off his head. "Who are you?" Asked Oliver.
"M' name is the Artful Dodger. You can call me Dodge for short," demanded the Artful Dodger."And this is the cap'n Fagin,"announced Dodge.
"Gimme' some of that bread," exclaimed Fagin.
"No this is mine I stole it," He claimed.
Did you just say you 'stole it'," questioned Fagin.
"Yeees,"Oliver responded
"Come with me," demanded Fagin.

Three weeks later, Oliver was a master pickpocketer. Oliver's gang were in the newspaper and it was not a good thing. Mr Bumble read the newspaper and exclaimed, "I'm coming to get you, BOY!" Mr Bumble arrived in London ready to have a skirmish with the newly domiciled Oliver. The plump man was not hard to find and He saw him in a market. Oliver tip-toed towards The Beadle and SWOOSH! All of a sudden, Mr Bumble's belongings had gone. He only realised when he got back to the station. Oliver and his gang were enjoying all of Mr Bumble's ruthless riches. He was now living his best life in London…

The End