She dreamt that she was standing on the top of the Empire State building, holding on to the point on the to. If she let go she would fall. She was
looking down at all of the people who didn't seem to care if she was up there or not. She suddenly fell. She seemed to stay in the air forever. She
was falling so fast, but she wasn't going anywhere until she fell in a
building with a sign that read The Newsboys Lodging House. She fell
literally in it. She landed on a bunk with a strange boy sleeping above
her.

Soon she was awakened by a kick in the side. "Oww," She muttered before she looked up to see who disturbed her sleep. When she did look up she wasn't surprised by who was standing there.
"Where's my money? You said you would have it by yesterday." Jeromy the Jerk (or as he was labeled) said.

"Don't tell me what I said, you jerk. I don't have the money. What do you want for me to do?" "I don't care how you get the money, Turner, just get it." Jeromy kicked her once more and then left.

She sat up to see where she was. Soon she remembered she fell asleep under a big Maple tree in one of the parks in Manhattan. She couldn't really remember what happened last night. Some loud rally, the bulls, it really matter if she remembered or not it was all the same. The rally was about something, Kelly didn't believe in but there were free drinks, so Kelly went.

Now she had more important things on her mind, like how to get Jeromy's money to him. She borrowed two dollars and you would swear that she had borrowed two million dollars or something.

Now she was on a hunt for a job. Not a permanent job one, one that she could make two dollars and quit. Kelly Turner wasn't one to stick with commitment. Then again who had ever made a commitment for her? She basically raised herself. She could keep a commitment if she wanted to. Or at least so she thought, but that was exactly it. She didn't want to make a commitment. There was no point to it as far as she could see. "Now to find that job." She thought to herself. "Two lousy bucks and I have to find a job. I hate Jeromy. Who in their right mind would hire someone who only wanted a measly two bucks?" But here she was, on her way to find an idiot who would hire someone who only wanted two bucks.

Not knowing really where to start, she started in Central Park. It was still kinda dark and not much was happening. Kelly next headed out of the park and wandered somewhere near a statue with a plaque that read,
Horace Greenly
"Go west young man."
That quote meant nothing to her. She walked around the statue for a few minutes until she saw a crowd of people. She walked towards them. She stated getting pieces of a conversation. "Is it a good headline today Mr. Rarkish?" (Weasels replacement) a tall boy with a cowboy hat asked.

"I don't know Cowboy. Read it your self." The man replied sounding a little exasperated. Kelly walked up to the crowd, and approached the boy called Cowboy, now with newspapers in his arms.

"What's happening here?" She asked.

"The newsie are getting their papes." He said very smugly.

"Well you don't have to be so smug about it. I was only asking you a question." Kelly replied. A little hurt that someone would be so rude for no reason.