11 October 2012
October 1850 somewhere near London.
Upon her tenth birthday, Phillipa Fitzpatrick, like most others her age, was taken out of her school to instead be home-schooled. The plan was that she would do an apprenticeship for two years until she started in secondary school. However, by the time October rolled around and Phillipa had still had no offers her parents became desperate. Her father, Zophar, decided that he would take her to the factory that he worked at. At least then she would get some work experience until she eventually got an apprenticeship offer.
And so along came the day where Phillipa would go out to work with her father. The wind was cold that early morning. It bit at her cheeks and tugged at her coat. But Phillipa was cheery and wouldn't let the cold get her down. Zophar and her, instead, sung songs to keep their mood up. They trailed along the cobbled pavements and down a long, quiet alley way. When the two, finally reached the end of the alley they found themselves on the road leading to the factory that Zophar worked at. Although working at a chocolate factory may seem like a dream come true, in a society where creation is everything, small paying jobs like working in a sweet factory are very underrated. To start the day Zophar introduced his daughter to all his colleagues. There weren't many, ten at a push. They all seemed quite friendly except for one; Mrs Reinton who "wasn't there to make friends." Being only ten, Phillipa found herself feeling quite excited, even though all she was doing was helping her father. Once she had met everyone Zophar took her on a tour. He warned her about not entering certain places and, finally, he took her to meet her new boss. Mr Finstonesen. He seemed nice enough, to Phillipa, but he wasn't overly friendly. He definatley wasn't the kind of man you'd want to get on the wrong side of, either.
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