"Hes a royal" said the boy"We have to go the guardians will find out"
Now, in the alley, with the cold rain washing his hot body, he wondered about the meaning. If he died, he was Andy. He was not a Royal. He was simply Andy, and he was dead.
He was filled with sadness that his life would be over at sixteen. That made him suddenly sad. He knew he was going to die now.He felt alone, and wet and feverish and chilled. e felt weak and very tired.