Jerome dropped his working tools before racing towards the gate, he didn’t want to waste any more time in the mines. His usual lunch breaks were in the mines underneath the dust but this time it was all different, he had a friend he could talk to; the gate keeper was shocked to see him racing out the gate at that time but before he could inquire on his reason for his excitement Jerome was far gone.
He raced down the street imagining how his meeting with his new friend would be, his excitement soon dropped as well as his pace; people like him often tend to hide themselves, his mind had a recollection of every word Amadeus had said to him the previous night.
His feet became heavy causing him to stop.
“Jerome!” a familiar voice screamed, causing him to lift his head, he could see Oliver i
