Affiliate Marketing Secrets

I have started writing this story which goes like this so far:
“Tait lay in his broken bed. The large shed that he had been living in had a wrecked roof and the door had almost been ripped off its hinges. He walked over to the the corner of the room and pulled out a half eaten loaf of bread. He tore a piece of it off and shoved it into his mouth. He looked out of the grubby window and gave a little smirk. Today was Saturday and all boys in London who were like Tait knew that this was a good day. He quickly put on some clothes (not that he had many) and ran outside. He walked down the road to the big courtyard. He looked at the market with a grin on his face. “So I need bread, a bit of meat and something which can get sell to get a lot of money,” he whispered to himself. He slowly walked from stool to stool looking at everything that they sold. One by one things from stools went missing and Tait’s pockets became full of things.
“Gotcha!” a man said grabbing Tait’s wrists. Tait turned around only to see a middle aged man with a light stubble on his face. “What have you taken today?” the man shouted.
“Nothing, police officer, I have taken nothing!” he cried back pull the policeman’s hand off of his wrist. He walked off at a steady pace but once he realized the police officer was following him he made a dash for it.”
I want Tait to go on some adventure or something like that but I am not to sure how to do that, HELP!
P.S. What do you think of it so far?

Before you read please keep in mind I just randomly started writing…there’s no basis. XD Also, if he seems weird, he was meant to be that way.
What do I need to improve on? I know for a fact there’s something. XD Thank you very much!
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“I am but a humble servant to the King, his stepping stool and his conscience, for he remembers naught but the pinched shoes he slipped on that morning. Dearest fate, why do you hate me so? To have such an ill-minded father!” He released his eyes, sensing that he had lost his audience of a single man, and continues on. “I shall not waste my breath nevermore, especially on such fickle audience,” He grumbled, clapping his pocket watch as if to check the hour. “Sad is the day that such a proper tailor as I has yet to be paged by the King.”
He continued down the cobbled road, thirsty for excitement. “Oh dearest God above, may a lady trip her way under my elbow.” As he turned the corner with such a bounce to be seen as a madman, a brown bob of hair knocked into his elbow with a force like ten single men. “Well, I hadn’t meant literally but at least she had turned up.” The once ashy hair was now a face, large blue eyes and filled cheeks. “You will not address me as such, mister.” Now the one to fall was the lady-loving tramp. “How is this possible? You are not a lady, you are a gent. If only I could count how many times I have affiliated with a woman, yet to find broad shoulders and large muscles.”