Being broke and in college wasn’t your ideal plan, at the ripe age of eighteen you were kicked out and forced the live on your own. Fortunately you got into a cheep college, it wasn’t anything fancy like Harvard or Yale. But it was all you could afford, so you picked up some jobs working at the college. You worked at the schools library, fixing the books and other small things like that. They barely payed you anything so you got a second job, the college also had a day care center for anyone who had kids awhile attending school. They paid a little bit more than the library job so you did both.

Since it was too expensive to live on campus you lived in a crappy little apartment which rent was too expensive. But you somehow managed to make ends meet, since all your money went to paying rent you usually stopped by the local 7-11 to pick up a quick meal. Whether it be a hot meal or just a coffee, though every time you stop by you would see a tall man who looked like a soldier. He was always smoking a cigarette but today when he saw you he stopped you.

“Aye, what’s your name?” The British soldier asked while crossing his arms over his chest. He seemed to have found a liking to you..