Edward felt some joy in making her frown. She'd take him seriously, he thought. "Well, I'm Edward Seymour. Everyone knows me! You, Mable, don't need to bother people who were having a good day! And my good day is being alone! " And that wasn't true at all. Butshe didn't have to know. She was new it seemed, so she didn't know be usually hung around smaller kids who looked literally up to him and liked his bad influence and he could bully, usually. Kids his age or older knew he wasn't tough or able to handle himself and those in town knew he was a nobody and poor, barely having a roof over their heads. He didn't know what he hated more though, their laughter or their pity.

His annoyed look darkened into a glare as she mentioned the purse wasn't his. He started to move quicker. "Well it was a gift! So lay off. I don't have my nice clothes today! Otherwise it'd match perfect!" He lied and started down an alleyway. She was definitely going to get someone on his back at this rate and he'd lose his money. "Don't follow me!" He said hoping she'd listen.