My name is Ben. No last name, my parents never bothered to tell me before they left me. I grew up as an orphan living on the streets dying from an uncureable disease that slowly eats away my organs. I was never the smartest or the strongest, but I'll be damned if I wasn't the bravest. I spent most of my time wondering around looking for trouble trying to make a name for myself before I died. On May twentieth just five days after my 13th birthday the "gang" I had been wanting to join for years finally decided to initiate me. They had been scouting out a "prey" for me. It was the largest house I've every seen and it was my "job" to rob from its owner. "So you think you can do this?" the ringleader asked me. "Of course I can." ,although I was feeling very apprehensive, I replied "There we go that's the Ben we know!" 'Alright this is it this is my chance!' I thought as I climbed through an open window. As I wondered through the impossibly big house I started to get lost and even forget what I was suppose to do. Than I smelt something that was better then anything I ever smelt. I hunted down the aroma and it lead to a dinning room larger and bigger then I've ever seen. There was a large table in the middle of the room and on that table laid a feast. Looking on up to the head of the table set a man who was of obvious wealth. "Welcome!", he exclaimed in a deep booming voice. The voice felt intimidating yet kind. "It's been a very long time sense I had guest. Come, sit, partake in the food!" Sorry I'll finish the story later I have to go to band practice