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The Little Rebel

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17/01/02 Daniel Henderson The Little Rebel Charlie rose to another day of rules and regulations. He was sick of it. It was worse at meal times. He knew all the mealtime rules all too well. Blow not your nose in the napkin where ye wipe your hand. Scratch not thy head with thy fingers, nor spit ye over the table. Blah, blah, blah. Well, today was going to be different. For just one day he was not going to abide by the tough rules, for one day he was going to do what he wanted to do! They would probably be twice as tough on him the next day, but who cares? They would call him a rebel. A rebel! He liked that. He sat up in bed and shouted at the top of his ten-year-old lungs, "Charles Andrew Blicking is a rebel!" He jumped out of his bed onto the hard stone floor. His four-poster bed filled nearly the entire room. ...read more.


As it was so early there were not many people on the streets, but those that were gave him the most outrageous glances. He looked at himself, and it suddenly struck him that he was still wearing his nightshirt! "If time did allow, I would change it. But it does not", he said out loud to himself. As he walked by yet another doorway, he saw a small figure curled up and wrapped in a blackened blanket. He went over to the doorway and stood over the figure. It was a boy, asleep. He only looked about fifteen, five years older than himself. The boy stirred, raising his eyes to Charlie's he sat up. "Good 'morrow. What is ya' name?" "Charlie. And who might you be?" "They calls me Andrew. How do you do?" "Very well thank you. May I ask to what circumstances banish you to live on the street?" "Me father threw me out. He could bare afford to keep me ya' see." ...read more.


I ran away from home to this very town, even though my parents treat me kindly, and I am so ungrateful, so ungrateful." As this was said at very high speed, the man took a moment to absorb the information. "Well, well, well." He muttered. "We will just have to take you back to this beloved family of yours, boy. At least you realise that you have done wrong. Come along. Where is it you live...." Once Charlie had told him, he began to lead him along the streets. After some while Charlie recognised the houses, and the road he had come down to get into the town. "Only another mile now, my boy." Said the man. They finally arrived at the house, Charlie stood timidly on the doorstep. The man stepped forward and gave a rap on the door. After a moment it opened to reveal the housemaid. "How can I help you good sir?" "Well I think I may have something in my possession that belongs to you, madam." The man stepped aside to reveal Charlie. The woman screamed. "Why you little rebel...." 1 ...read more.

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