Personal Narrative Essay: The Tievery's The Merchant

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If I ever had to do it all over again, I would never have chosen this life. But, I am not sure I ever had a choice. This was what I was thinking when running through the market with a block of salt tucked under my torn shirt. I have never attempted salt thievery before, and I already regretted it. It is very simple to steal, but to steal and get caught is another thing. If my brains weren’t blown apart with the merchants rifle, and literally end any future thought, I would remember to bring some of my orphanage buddies. The Merchant was only a few steps behind, which was quite ironic considering he was not aware of my thievery until a puny, butter faced noble’s child informed him of my actions. I was about to zoom into a dark alley (where I could hide), until a bald man outside an italian Pizza Joint stretched his foot out in time to trip me. …show more content…

The Merchant leaned over me, and began cursing repeatedly in a native language, the Merchant also took the liberty of beating me. I tried curling up into a ball, only to continue getting beat. When the voice of a man shouted “STOP”, the merchant turned around and was greeted with a sack, after looking through, the Merchant closed the bag and began bowing to the feet of that man, he began to leave only to come back and kick me, muttering, “If you ever come back, I’ll feed you to the vultures” The man who rescued me looked somewhere to be in his forties and dressed in the fine clothes of the upper class, his tiny mouth broke into a smile as he picked me up from the shirt, and said my name is “Jonathan Howard”, “what is yours boy”. I wouldn’t answer and no way was I going to tell this upstart wealthy man who I was. Oh, I forgot to mention my name, Sage as you will probably hear later on. Anyway, I got hit by that fat, useless caretaker at my Orphanage who happened to see me as I was being beaten doing her

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