Augustin Calixte's Monologue

Hi! I’m an 11 year old boy named Augustin Calixte. I currently live in Bastille, with my mother, father, and my two annoying sisters. We have a big house, a big backyard for me to play in and something official is always happening at our house, there’s never a day that doesn’t. To keep me out of Mom’s hair, she says we can get whatever we desire so of course I splurge and try to get all the expensive items. She does say I’m spoiled but that’s better than being poor! How do they even live? I’d starve if I didn’t have a piece of chocolate ever few hours. I mean, haven’t they heard of working. Get up and do something with your life. Which I guess is mean, but if I were them, I’d find someone rich like us and become there servant. Like we have
We had the freedom to go where ever we chose. I remember quite vividly, going far away from home just to eat a seven course meal. But anyways, there really wasn’t an in between, either you were rich or poor. I can recall watching angry people, my mom called them peasants, who marched and attacked a prison further east. Mom told me that the prison was a symbol of the royal authority. She said everything was going to be okay because all they had were weapons and no food so they would all soon become weak and die off. I was terrified but I nodded my head and we proceeded on. Later on in the day, we saw boney women, marching through a rain storm, trying to attack the city wall, which had an abundant supply of food. Not long after, we can heard from a messenger, the peasants demanded the king to be killed. Now that I think about it, I don’t remember hearing anything about what happened to the king. I think Mom tries to keep me away from all the violence and drama, but what boy doesn’t want to see people heads guillotined off and paraded around! But I do miss the old days, when I didn’t have to worry about rioters coming through our yard, protesting the upper class. It’s a hard knock life being an 11 year old in this