The 7 year old Oscar 'Ozzy' is forced to live with a strict fostermother. Ozzy needs to take care of himself most of the time, because his foster mother only lets him inside if he brings money with him. One day he meets, Alfie Solomons. Who takes hi...
(Ozzy's P.O.V.) I followed Mrs Striker to the diningroom. It was a large eating hall that would be turned into a play area for the children living here. Walking inside I saw a long table with about 20 boys from the ages 6 to 15 years old. "Everyone. This is Oscar. He is going to live with us" she introduced me to everyone else. She pulled my torn peaked cap of and handed it to me while looking around the table. "Ah yes, why don't you take a seat there. Next to Jasper" she said and pointed to the boy who had opened the door for us before giving me a nudge into the direction. I walked towards the spot and sat down. Infront of me was a chubby kid and he looked me up and down. I could tell he did not like me already. I just glared back at him untill Mrs Striker but down a plate with pieces of bread. I watched the chubby boy grab some pieces, so I decided to grab some aswell. But I felt a harsh tap on my hand and instinctively pulled back "you have to wait until I serve you" Mrs Striker told me stern, "but he took some bread!" I replied pointing at the boy with 3 large pieces of bread on her plate. "That doesn't matter" she said and placed a big pot with soup on the table. The kid in front of me was allowed to serve himself and I looked on in disbelief. He not only took 3 pieces of bread while the rest of us got 1. His bowl was filled to the brim while the rest only got a measily spoon that barely covered the bottom of the bowl. I continued to watch the chubby kid eat. It was in a disgusting manner, he slurped the soup from the spoon, chewed with an open mouth. "Have you ever heard a steam train before?" I questioned him, "a what?" He asked looking up, "it doesn't even make half the noise that you are making now" I told him, "you eat like a pig". All the other boys began to laugh and giggle at my comment. "Pudsy is being called a pig" a boy commented making everyone laugh harder, "Pudgy? Is his name Pudgy?" I questioned while laughing. The boy in front of me glared at me. "My name is Ben" he told me. But all the others kept on laughing. "What is so funny!" A loud voice yelled through the room. It was Mr Striker and he clearly did not like that everyone was laughing. Every boy immediatly stopped laughing, sat upright and looked in front of them emotionless. "I said that Pudgy eats like a pig. And that he makes more noise than a steam train" I told him. He just glared back at me with a stern expression "we don't put up with language like that" he informed me with a stern voice, "if you say something like that again. I will send you to your bed without any food". I turned my head back to my plate to begin to eat. Then I realised something. "Hey, where is my dog? Where is Cyril?" I questioned not seeing the Bullmastiff anywhere. The last time I saw him I was in the office with Mr Striker and the Ckmmisioner. The director ignkred my question but he did speak "say father". "I'm not your child" I snapped back, "nevertheless, you must call me father" he angrily told me. I just looked at him and refusing to call him that. He let out a frustrated breath "say: father where is my dog?" He told me. "So? Where is he?" I replied not giving him the satisfaction of calling him father. "Say father" he continued. "Say? Say?" I began and looked around the room, "father" the boy beside me, Jasper, spoke up and I quickly chipped in, "where is my dog". Mr Striker scoffes and shook his head in annoyence. "Outside" he replied simply. I huffed not believing a word he said but dropped the subject anyway.
Eventually, after lunch we all could play or do whatever we want in the playroom. But I only wanted one thing. To find Cyril. I climbed on one of the tables that was pushed up against a wall, so I could look out the window. "I want my dog" I sighed looking outside, before turning to Jasper who was trying to solve a puzzle, "do you know where he is?" I questioned him. Without looking up the older boy replied like it was obvious "where do you think he is?". "You think they took him away?" I asked getting down from the table and he nodded in responce. "What a bastards!" I spoke out with distaste. "I have to find a way out" I said and turned on my heel, "you can't. Every door to the outside is locked" Jasper explained. "But" he said with a sigh before showing me a key. A grin played on my lips and I thanked him as he took me out the room. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked as we sneaked down the stairs to the front door, "you'll get in trouble". "Just go find your dog" he replied. He opened the door and I walked out "goodbye Oscar" Jasper said with a smile. I turned to him "everybody calls me Ozzy" I told him with a smile. He nodded "well, goodbye Ozzy".
(Alfie's P.O.V.) I stepped out of Tommy's car and looked around.
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Tommy chuckled beside me while stepping away from the car to follow. I too eventually followed him. Then all of a sudden, a boy ran around the corner not looking where he was going resulting in bumping into Tommy. The kid fell down onto the ground and cursed underneath his breath, making me laugh. Then the boy looked up to see who he had bumped into. "Ozzy?" I said with suprise and wanted to help him up. But he was quick on his feet and took off again. Both me and Tommy ran after him. But no matter how fast we where catching up to him. Oscar was a smart kid and knew the Birmingham streets like the back of his hand. Dashing through alleyways, wriggeling through fences and eventually he managed to slip away. "Fuckin' hell" I said while both of us caught our breath, "he certainly is your kid, Tommy. He knew he couldn't outrun us. So he outsmarted us".
(Ozzy's P.O.V.) While I continued to run away, I sometimes looked behind me to see if Mr Shelby or Alfie where still following me. But luckily they weren't so I slowed down to a stop. I chuckled and shook my head with a laugh. Then suddenly my arm got grabbed. I turned my head and saw that it was Mr Striker. He looked pissed to beyond "you're going to regret running, boy" he sneered in my face before pulling me with him.
