You all hate me, don't you? In New York (where I live) we just finished our school testing. I'll be able to post on a weekly basis now, I'm serious this time.

"Can somebody please tell me where we're going?" I hissed as we walked.

In the middle of Manhattan with a bunch of drunkard boys. Couldn't we at least do something other than walk around one of the most populated cities in the world with the smell of liquor on our breaths?

"I asked a question!" I shouted.

Nobody even turned their head. I sighed. Dear god I need an answer.

"Christ..." I murmured under my breath.

They were probably so tired of me asking this constantly.

The air of New York had a light breeze to it. A warm night, no gruesome heat in the air or murderous cold. It was simply a nice night, but for me I could feel murderous heat under my skin, in my cheeks mostly.

You are not the rich girl you once were. That was a long time ago now. It doesn't matter, it shouldn't matter. Those were the words in my mind... I knew the truth of these words. It shouldn't matter, but it did. It just did and I didn't know why. I breathed a depressed sighed.

As we walked I noticed the street lights being lit. I watched in silence. They didn't notice me, I decided it was best to keep it that way. It's best to stay without anyone knowing you're there sometimes, you know? Maybe it wasn't just that, maybe I just didn't want to be seen. I'm not really sure, but I stood out of sight and watched. A boy (maybe seven) was setting the gas lamp and lighting the fame, which (hopefully) would burn through the night. My eyes shifted from the everyday lantern to the boy. He was scrawny, but so were the newsies and I. He was barefooted and his feet were the color of charcoal. He was no richer than the rest of us.

I turned to find that the group had been able to walk quite a feat while I'd watched. I scurried to catch up.

"Where are we going?" Faiths voice screeched, bracking that oh so delicate silence.

Unlike I who was never answered at all she was answered with Mush turning to her and mumbling, "Meh." She gave him an odd look. Her face contorted into one that simply screamed: "What the hell is that supposed to mean?".

Once we reached some random point Race let out a deranged cry, "Got an idea, got an idea, got an idea!"

"Thank god." I said beneath my breath. Perhaps we could get the night over faster this way. Race paused for a moment. Oh dear god tell me he didn't forget. I would have gone back to the boarding house... I would have if I knew where I was. The boys smelled of booze and once we stayed in one place the repellent sent began to fill the air, causing me to feel the urge to vomit.

"Get on with it!" I screamed from the back.

"Alright, Jesus!" Racetrack hissed.

He sighed, obviously frustrated by me (I was frustrated as well).

"Now I was thinking, we'se all been in a funk for the last... I don't even know for how long..." His words were slurred, which somehow made his accent thicker (don't ask me how). "I say, we go to Coney Island huh?"

The crowd cheered in response, I knew that Faith wasn't cheering with them. Honestly, I didn't want to go to Brooklyn either. I didn't want to go for multiple reasons, I didn't want to think of Spot, I didn't want to see a depressed Faith (or an even more depressed Faith technically) and I knew the boys were going to do something stupid while we were there.

Well, I couldn't exactly protest against a mob of drunkard young men, so on we went. I noticed Faith staring at the ground, she looked mostly composed. Faith being tranquil was a blessing to us both.

By the time we reached the gates I think a half hour had passed. That half hour was simply walking, I don't think you're very interested in each small detail that of this dull walk. Well anyway, we reached coney and at the time there were three parks, Luna Park, Dreamland (which had just opened in that year, if I remember correctly) and Steeplechase (which also owned the famous hose races that Racetrack would attend everyday, hence his name). Of corse there was an argument on which park to go into Race chose Steeplechase (I know you never expected it), I think Mush and some others wanted Luna, and a few others wanted to try Dreamland, because they'd never been there. In the end we went to Steeplechase, I'm glad that we didn't go to Dreamland, because I heard some people died on a ride there, Dreamland also went bankrupt a few years later, then burned down in a fire in 1911, ten years after we stood at the front gate.

We went on all of the rides, each were original and interesting. Mush and Blink would not stop with their obnoxious blathering about the fact that we didn't go to Luna, this was really starting to piss everyone off. Racetrack said that if they wanted to keep going on about it than they could leave. That shut then up real fast.

While Race and I waited on a ride I could feel my heart pounding and an intense feeling of fear and vertigo, because the harnesses didn't look safe enough for me.

"Hey Race how many times have you been on this ride?" I croaked.

"Over a million, why?" He asked turning to me.

"No reason, just curiosity."

"See that is a reason, so you can't say no reason." He pointed his cigar at me.

"You're drunk, just shut up. I've stopped trusting your judgement at this point." I joked.

He snickered and nudged me.

"Not that drunk." He protested.

"You didn't even say I'm in front of that. Your grammar is so off, you cannot even remember things you learned at age two, two."

"Well un-unlike some people, I didn't go to school."

"It was the word I'm Race, that's all I'm saying." I smirked.

The ride was the most infamous of rides in that amusement park, it was the Steeplechase horse ride, which was basically a simulation of a horse race. Since Race and I were going on together we both had the same horse. I held on to the poor boy for dear life.

"You're chocking me!" He whispered, just before the ride started.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!"

The ride began, as soon as the thing began to move I screamed like a child that lost it's ice cream cone. I'm pretty sure I nearly smothered Race. Once we got off the ride I had a few tears in my eyes. From all the movement Racetrack vomited behind some bushes.