year 1827

You had been forced onto the streets for whatever reason. You now had nowhere to call home. You were in the middle of London, without a shilling to your name

You were sat on a wall, feeling sorry for yourself, when you heard a voice call out

Jasper: "Oi new kid! I ain't seen you around 'ere before"

The voice belonged to a boy, about 15 years old. You looked and saw him. He was certainly on the streets: Underfed yet cocky. He wore tattered clothes and a cap