Lurking in the Shadows

My name is Gregory. I don't have a very interesting life. I live alone in my 60 square feet tenement apartment and barely cover my overhead by working in a factory that makes caps. I have one friend, named Chester, who works with me at the bellows of one of the furnaces that forgers use to turn metal scraps into "exquisitely hand-made caps," as the boss calls them. Chester is a hilarious, short, but strongly built boy of about 12 years old, 6 year younger than me. His happiness and optimism really brightens my day when I don't feel good, and his jokes make work fun all four people who work at bellows number 5. But even though his jokes were good for one year, three other years of hard factory work, and poor living conditions, really made me annoyed. Bosses of good companies were living in large, extravagant  houses where they had a butler a beautiful wife and many children who went to the only the best schools. They could only accept the best treatment. We the people were living in tenement apartments and working as hard as we possibly could for the lowest wage possible. We didn't have a choice, we were forced to live with the worst treatment. I was getting sick and tired of people looking down to us and spitting in our faces to show just how much better they were from us. Something had to get better soon... and somehow... it did!