Everybody knows about the handsome thief Flynn Ryder, the man accused of stealing gold coins and other riches. The man has never been caught, and couldn't been seen clearly enough for the sketch artist to draw him so people could spot him easily. But does everybody know of Eugene Fitz-Herbert? The lonely orphan boy that hid in his room under the sheets of his bed, wondering where his beloved father is in time of need. You see, Eugene didn't have very many friends as a child, and had been made fun of his names several times. And was a bit lanky too, due to the lack of food. Trust me, he was given the right amount of food the lunch ladies have given to him, but it had always ended up being stolen by bullies right when he sat down at his table.

However, the little ones loved him. He always told the kids the story of Flynnigan Ryder, swash-buckling thief, handsome womanizer, and not to mention richest man in his kingdom. Every night, he would sneak off to the little kids' room in that lonely orphanage and read the only thing his dad left for him before he had perished in a fire a few years back. It was the only thing he lived for, actually. The kids were never pestered by anybody, and lived better than Eugene, besides the fact they lived in the same orphanage.

One day, Eugene had walked out of school, shoulders sagged and a look of defeat on his face. He was accused of stealing the school's only trophy, which they had achieved by winning the only sport they had been good at; tennis. All the boys pointed towards him, and he had been given a suspension for his crime.

As he walked out of school, everybody around him started calling him foul names. Dummy, thief, stupid, weird-face. But most of all, they made fun of his name. He was named after his father, in fact. And had made him quite angry when they teased him about it. But what he could he do? He couldn't manage to throw a punch, or shout back an even more horrible insult at their faces.

When he arrived back at the orphanage, he locked the door in his room, and cried into his pillow until he couldn't cry anymore. When it had almost been curfew, the young boy got an idea. He picked up his copy of the story of Flynnigan Ryder. He was going to be the thief this character was. He would be brave. Charismatic. Even a little on the sarcastic side. Eugene Fitz-Herbert was going to run away. Tonight.

Turning his beige-colored blanket into a cape, he went inside the kitchen, which thankfully had been empty, and escaped through the front door. He was no longer Eugene Fitz-Herbert, target for bullies. He was officially Flynn Ryder, the wanted thief.

The next day, the kids in their room waited for Eugene to read them the next chapter of the story of Flynnigan Ryder.

But they hadn't known he was living it.