Every morning I wake up to the same thing. The same mean kids tormenting me, the same selfish and cruel matron and the same feeling of loss and dismay. In the orphanage we get starved and by we I mean me and Sophie, we’re known as the brats of the orphanage so there for the last to be served food. You would think they would make enough for everyone but they don’t. So we’ve made a plan we will escape and rob the bakery on the corner but the only question stopping us is where would we hide it all?