Right ii  l be my first story ever set back in a period of time, this is an English tale (kinda like Oliver) and when queen Victoria came to the throne. IT will also be one of my first trys at looking at things from a boys point of view so wish me luck. Btw the words will be written in modern because I do not understand thou, thy and stuff

It wasnt the first time I had stolen something but it was my first time at getting caught. I sprinted across the streets of london one police man chasing me, I had two apples in my hands, two stolen apples.
"com' here boy!" The policeman ordered but, I did not obey, my feet were running, moving quickly across the gravel.
I slipped through a oily black gate, it was far too slim for any boy my age to go through however I managed too. Each of the apples cost one fathing which equaled to half a pence all together but i had no money to pay for them.
"Stop that boy!" I heard a yell, I felt rather frightened now, I had landed myself in deep, my weak legs grew tired from sprinting so far and soon I tripped landing on my hands.
Before i could pull myself to my feet I felt a firm, large hand on my shoulder, "got the little rascal, your lucky I'm not your father boy! i would cop a mouse on you!" (Punch)
I flinched tears streaming down my eyes, "i-i dont have a father sir, nor a mother."
Reluctantly, i handed over my precious apples; and was dragged to my feet, "your an orphan then i suspect, you running from the beak?" His grip hardened, i eyed his club fearfully and diverted my gaze to his eyes, they were green, "a beak?"
"an orphan master! You got fluff in your brains?!"
"i've never heard of such a thing!" i cried truthfully, "i live on the streets! Have  
ever since-"
"BOY!" A voice screeched, the policeman and i jumped and turned around to face a man, he didnt seem rich but he didn't seem poor either, I had never seen him before in my life but he was addressing me angrily. He had an old looking over coat pulled around him, and a top hat that was lobsided from the shouting he was doing.
"do you know this man?" The policeman asked me, eyes narrowed.
"n-no, sir."
"YOU MAKING UP LIES AGAIN? WHAT HAS HE DONE NOW?"
the strange man grabbed me by the shoulder whipping me in front of him, i  stared at the policeman in awe and pleading, "who are you?" I squeaked.
The copper cleared his throat and straightened his back up proudly, "is this your son, good sir?"
I shook my head in dismay as the man roared, "the h*** he is! Been stealing again have we?!" He looked down on me, teeth bared, fists clenched tightly together, I was so belwidered; my hands were trembling furiously, "he isnt my-"
"shut up you!" His hand came slapping across my mouth, i squirmed and began to 
cry again, my sobs and shouts muffled.
Slowly, the copper glanced down on me then said, "you could try feeding him more, he looks ever so skinny! NO wonder he was stealing, he's all bone!"
Red as the apples, he fumed, "are you telling me how to raise my son?" He struggled to keep his voice under control, he was holding me by the scruff of the neck with one hand and keeping me silent with the other, i was confused, terrified and hungry, who was this man?!
"no sir, just-" 
But we had already turned away, i pulled at the folds of his overcoat, "get off you stupid man!" i tried to pull away but he was much stronger than i was, "who are you?" I cried.
"charlie andreli. But you can call me sir." He put me into a shabby horse and cart and climbed in after me.
Heart hammering in my chest i said, "but you are not my father, sir, this is classed as kidnap!"
He stroked his stubbily chin, "indeed it is." He said calmly, his teeth in a crooked smile, "so what's your name?"
"david." I muttered.
He leaned in closer to me shoving me to the floor of the horse and cart, "well david, if you disobey me, EVER you'll be sorry!"

A month had past sincce that I day, I had kept myself a silent good little boy.harlie andeli's wife Elizabeth seemed very nice, and very pretty. She had blonde hair, seaweed green eyes and a red dress with black markings; she always ruffled my hair and called me 'the rascal' I was beginning to feel more comfortable with the whole situation despite how I was kidnapped. Of course it was still scary at some points, especially when Charlie got angry but I learnt just to listen to his orders and do what he said.
"honey?" Elizabeth called from the kitchen where i was sitting eating my breakfast, Charlie came into the room all slouched and still in his pjs, "Thanks  love." He smiled at his wife weakly and took the toast out of her hands; planting a kiss on her cheek as he did so.
"thankyou ma'am." I said once i was done, I cleaned up my plate and washed it up, Charlie rose from his chair, "you, boy are coming with me on a job tonight."
"a job? What do you do charlie?"
"dont you be asking questions!" He snapped, "and remember the rule, if you dont obey me," he made a gun shape with his fingers and shot it at me.
Scowling, elizabeth gave a disapproving look at her husband, "theres no need for that!" She scolded him, frowning. I nodded bravely gulping.
"now get out of my sight!"
I ran hurriedly outside, into the streets of London, my brown hair all messy and my blue eyes fixed straight ahead, I stared ahead and saw another kid my age, wearing trousers and a raggy tshirt, their black hair was cut messily and went just above the neck. i saw that they were piling boxes, heavy ones at that.
"here," i offered, heaving the box over to the stand.
"i dont need any help." suddenly i realized and felt my face go red, "your a girl!"
"course i am!" said, clearly not impressed she glared at me and i realized she was rather beautiful, "my name's vicky."
"victoria?"
"i said Vicky!" her tone was warning full she glared at me with those intense dark blue eyes as though daring me to say another word i just nodded.
"why are you doing mens work?" i asked '"girls s meant for cooking and cleaning."
She jumped down from the carriage landing in front of me, she was an inch smaller than me however, i nearly fell back in shock, she was unlike any other girl, boyish.
"look whos ruling our country then!" She spat turning around to peel her potatos she regarded the knife as though she wanted to stab me with it.

I went home after that I had appoligised to Vicky numerous of time, she had cooled down and didnt seem as bothered as I expected. Elizabeth smiled at me when I came in I smiled back and cleaned the table for her, "Charlie will be home soon." She said kindly, it was coming up to seven a clock now and I was getting a bit anxious. I made myself some bread and butter and ate it happily not complaining how hard it was.
The door swung open and Charlie came walking in, he looked moody, i decided to stay silent and try not to draw attention to myself by washing my plate but he caught my eye and grumbled angrily, "we best make a move soon." 
"ok," i replied quietly looking at Elizabethwho was frowning, "charlie, hes just a child."
"i know what he is but i need a little one."
"A what?" I cut between the two, however Charlie grabbed my shoulder and spun me around his large hand made me stumble because he was putting his weight on me. I leaned back and felt something poking out of his jacket.
I glanced at him fearfully
"yes thats a gun boy,  now move it!" 
I ran in front of him trying to act casual but i was terrified