Jimmy is jittery as we near town. His hands shake at his sides; he wants to sprint ahead but stays obediently by my side. It's important that he never goes off on his own. There are dangerous people, among other things, just waiting for a scrawny, defenseless kid to come their way. Just as we approach the first row of cabins, two boys rush out at us. They tackle Jimmy. He lands with a thud on the cobblestone street.
"Marko! Jacob! You guys are heavy!" The three of them are a literal pile of giggles.
"Where've ya been Jimmy? Yeah Jimmy, what took ya soooo long?"
Jimmy, unlike myself, has friends. They're all roughly the same age, but my brother is substantially smaller than his partners in crime, his growth stunted by a meager diet of table scraps and water.
"Kestrel, can I please go with them? Please?" The clever boy turns on his irresistible puppy-dog eyes.
"Stay together okay? And don't you dare leave the south side!" I shout as the trio takes off. I know they'll stay together and Marko's mother has threatened to ground him for a month if he ever leaves the 'friendly' part of town. Jimmy will be safe with them.
"I promise sissy!" he answers without looking back. I sigh as the boys make their way to Mr. Carver's Bakery. Jimmy is not actually related to me by blood. We found each other when we were young. I was holed up in the now abandoned orphanage. Only six, and I already had the attitude of a teenager. The mother of the house had long since lost her patience and the other kids steered clear. This was fine by me. As far as I was concerned, I needed no one and no one needed me. I had been out in the street one day, drawing in the snow, when the town trouble makers zeroed in on me as their next target. They strutted right up and kicked dirty water over my doodles. They were presumably orphans as well, but took pride in roughing it on their own and causing as much mayhem as they pleased.
"What're ya doing out here alone girl?” one of them spat.
"Yeah, you'll catch a cold dummy.” sneered the other. "Wait,” they chimed in unison, "too late!" The ensuing bout of cackling was in perfect harmony. Twins to boot. I despised them most of all. My disposition was well known among the townspeople. I was often referred to as 'cold' and 'unfeeling' which, to be perfectly frank, was not inaccurate. Whatever. I still loathed the name calling. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?
"Whaddaya say Jim? She dumb as a rock or what?" A toddler peered out from behind Tweedle Dee's leg, his thumb stuck firmly in his mouth. He eyed me curiously.
"What are you numbskulls doing with a little kid, huh?" I was genuinely worried for the boy. He'd be safer with a pack of wolves.
"None of your business twerp!” cried Tweedle Dum. "You're just a pest! A sissy girl in a sissy orphanage!" There's nothing 'sissy' about being in an orphanage. It's just really depressing.
When the twins were reported missing several days later, I went to their not-so-secret hide out to scavenge for trinkets. Sure enough, there he was, alone and absolutely terrified. We've been unofficial siblings ever since. I love him to death. If I can't make it in this world, you can bet that I'll ensure that he does.
A rancid smell cuts through the icy air, interrupting my reminiscing. I've come to the alley behind the town mess hall. The walls are lined with massive dumpsters, each one fouling the air with its own unique stench. I remove my fur coat, climb up to the edge of the first dumpster, and look down into the pit. "Bottoms up," I mumble. I breathe through my mouth to avoid gagging and jump in.
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