It’s the 1930’s, and you’re either known as a rich kid or a hobo. Lucky for you, you’re one of the rich kids. Like, really rich kids. You don’t know where your parents get all the money, but you don’t complain.

You have one of the biggest houses, and the most fancy looking ones. You often get hobos coming up, asking if they can work for money or food. But your parents never had anything for them to work on.

Today, you were home alone while your parents are at work. You had accidentally broken the fence and couldn’t get it back together, so you decided to wait for your dad to get back so he can fix it. That was until two hobos showed up. One of them is tall, around 5’11 with short blond hair and soft blue eyes and seems to be 17. The other is maybe 8 and is a little dark skinned boy with a hat on. The older boy speaks.

“Hello… My name is Will, this is Countee. We were hoping to exchange for some food? I- I could fix your fence. We haven’t eaten in a while…” Will says softly, his voice being one of the softest things you’ve ever heard.