Chapter two: Little Miss Perfect

Georgia glared at the street rat before her. How could he have done this? He, in her mind, put a rotten fish on her butt! He ruined her expensive silky dress! And now he was expecting thanks? Huh! She grabbed the parasol from him and bopped him on the head. "Do you have any idea what you have just done? You ruined my one of a kind, French made dress!" she yelled as he rubbed his head looking at her, annoyed. "Well excuse me little miss perfect! I was retuining yer umbrella!" he snapped back. "It's a parasol, and you..how'd you get it anyway? You must've stolen it! You stole it!" she shrieked, pushing herself to her feet. "I'll report you to the police!" Blink jumped up and clapped his hand over her mouth as she began to call them. "Please! I just wanted to return your umbrella, or parasol, or whatever! You dropped it on the ground and I got it for you! Now would you please calm down!" he said.

Her eyes widened. After all he'd done, now he touched her! He, a filthy newsboy, had touched her! She yanked his hand off. "You..you. dirty little rat! Do you have any Idea who you are talking to?" she said, holding her head high again. He rolled his eyes, "who?" She smiled snottily and said, "Miss Georgia N. Mickens!" He raise an eyebrow. "What's the N stand for, Nightmare?" he said sarcastically. Her bottom lip trembled at such an insult and she stormed off, hoping she'd never see the boy again.