62 Rebels 2 (1/2)

”Here's some dinner,” a rebel handed me a piece of hard burnt bread at her place.

Her place was modest but cosy. I sat down on a short wooden stool while my plate of bread was on the small dark wooden table.

Three wax candles lit up her place in the living and dining room where the spaces weren't separated. There were no decorations to be seen and many items of furniture or small gimmicks were there more out of necessity than any other reason.

I hesitantly accepted the bread as I thought that these people were amazing for being able to thrive under such a nasty environment.

”You can stay at my house for a few days since you don't have a place to stay,” the rebel suggested.

”What about the activities of the rebel group?” I asked carefully.

”We're meeting tomorrow night.” The rebel showed me around her house.

When I yawned from being tired from sneaking out in the middle of the early night, the rebel showed me to the bedroom.

”My younger sister went to visit our parents at my home town, so you can stay here.” The rebel left me alone thinking that I was greatly exhausted from my escape from the tyrannical nobles.

Once the rebel left, I dropped onto the bed with no hesitation as the exhaustion as taken a toll on me.

I didn't care that the mattress was not the ones that I was used to.

There was no white clean cloths nor the high quality stuffing of feathers filling the mattress.

That's how I woke up the next evening with a great lack of sleep with the mattress filled with straws. The dazzling warm rays of orange and red sun light drifted in from my window to display the sun setting down to transition deeper into the night.

'This is just like that medieval room I had to sleep in at the beginning of middle school,' I thought as my back ached from the lack of cushioning.

I couldn't stop waking up every hour due to the occasional straws poking me from the holes in the cloth that covered the mattress.

I never thought I would become so spoiled by living with the elites in the first district.

I was struggling to live as a commoner in the fifth district.

”I didn't think you'd wake up,” the rebel handed me another piece of rotten looking bread.

The hard bread had slight colouring of green and black on its edges.