Picture by demiurge
I was only ten years old when I accidentally stumbled across an artist who looked too rich to actually be one and too arrogant to actually see something further from the tip of his nose, however, when he passed by with his huge bodyguards obscuring the sun, he stopped. I was sitting on a dirty cardboard trying to entertain myself by drawing people around me.
No school would take me in without a tuitions fee, which we couldn't afford, and public schools, as my mother said, was a waste of my time as I would be better off working for money than spending it. She thought I had no destiny other than being here on the streets, sitting next to her and looking miserable, so people would pay.
-Sorry, it’s a little brat, who don’t know a place!- I heard my mother saying and wanted to answer something rude, but still was struggling to even breathe normally. But to make my point I rolled my eyes so he could see my dissatisfaction.
He wouldn't move or reply for almost a minute, it seemed like everything else was moving except him, but I felt his eyes scanning my pictures. My mother tried to pick them up pleading they were just nonsense I gathered around. She begged him not to hurt us, as she couldn't understand, why he was here. But I knew. I heard rumours from other Stinkers, as I called poor people like we were, that a new Gang leader has arrived from France or something. He collected art dealers, painters and smugglers for rich-ass luxury people. But he also collected small children, who were brave enough to work for him and could do a little help around.
-I hope you are that Franchised gang banger and want to buy me out from this filth, because if not, leave. I need my sun to get tainted.- I almost yelled when I finally got my breath back. No one moved, especially my mother, whom I saw started to slowly back off as if wanting to run away. Like shit. No one would be such a dumb ass to start a fight here in the middle of the day when Police patrols were lurking around trying to catch some scumbags fucking floozies.
-You have a big mouth there, boy! But unfortunately I don’t need any man around me anymore. All the spots are filled!- his voice was quite low and musky, but instead of yelling something stupid back on him, I found myself standing up and looking up straight into his face. It felt like pavement just got soft like clouds underneath my feet... but I shook that pink feeling off me.
-You need glasses. I am a girl!- I squeezed my face trying to show how angry I was and tried to kick his leg, but suddenly a girl my age and size appeared out of nowhere. She was fast and I couldn't believe what happened - I lost pavement again, but this time I hit my shoulder and head on it.
I heard someone laughing, but no one was rooting for me. Even my mother, who was trying to look as miserable as possible gathering her stuff, so no one would spot her slowly moving away from this scene. I hated her for that... and for many other things!
-Ok, you entertained me enough. I will buy you off, but with one condition!- his voice sounded like music to my ears. Not like that squeaky sound beds made when adults were humping, but like real sound, which triggered nerves. I stood up again, brushing my head and tried to look as grateful as I possibly could, I was finally getting out of this dirty tar I was stuck in.
-Whatever it is, I am in!- I answered proudly. Then I saw how another man was counting cash and gave it to my mother and I wished I could get some as well, but I didn't care for money as before ... finally next step of my life started... but back then I didn't knew to what future I have sold my soul!