"It's alright… everything will be okay. I just have to follow the plan." Kaden muttered to himself as he steadied his breath. Then he let out a bitter laugh. "But when does the plan ever work?"
From the tree he'd climbed, he looked out at the mansion sprawled before him. Its golden lights cast a dazzling glow on the cobblestone path leading up to the entrance, every window gleaming with warmth and wealth. Kaden crouched in the shadows, his dull, sunken eyes flicking from window to window, searching for an opening. Through the large panes, he could see the well-dressed shapes of rich kids mingling inside. Their laughter and music flowed out, muffled by the walls but loud enough to sting.
To them, life was just a series of parties and laughter. To him, life was hunger and survival.