BANG! The noise of mad street children thumping the huge shop door. You can hear the tranquil sound of Jim Jarvis’s heavy boots entering the shop in hurry, jumping about with the shilling in his ice cold hands. “This is Ma’s last shilling”. “ Mam!” he cried “make it hot, big and creamy.”
“It is on its way love.” she replied peacefully.
Snatching the mouth-watering pie he wondered if it would be the last hot meal in his life. Jim tore the lovely smelling pie crust, as he entered the room. Thump, Thump, THUMP!….. In a matter of moments, the door swung open. Silence.
“The rent, where is the money. NO RENT!THEN NO HOUSE!”, the remorselessly mean Mr Spink annouced at the top of his sharp voice.
“Please sir, please do not kick us out of the house! Emily cried.
” Give us one more day, Sir, please.” wheezed the old and crooked Mrs Jarvis. That was the first word she had said in weeks.
“Out you lot go!” yelled the cruel man angrily.
It took them days to get to Rosie’s place. “Rosie is a loving and caring young woman.” explained Mrs Jarvis.
“Are you sure?” asked Lizzie.
After a long period they reached Rosie’s place. The house was comfortable. Jim liked it but he had to carry on walking with his mum and leave the worried girls behind. They searched and searched until they were out of energy. The stopped and slept in a comfortable place. The next morning Jim’s mum died. Jim was going to have to go to the workhouse. The workhouse was not a safe place to stay. Days and days past by quickly. He felt a ‘wild thing’ inside him. “Come on bruvver you can do it, escape, you know it bruvver.”
He met a boy called Tim in the noisy workhouse. bang bang bang.
“We hate this place!” they both shouted at the top of their voices. They repeated it again and again until lunchtime. “Bread and cheese Jim thought. “I would rather starve, this is torture” he whispered to Tip. “This is a torture”
Jim became so used to the workhouse that he couldn’t remember where he used lived.
To be continued….