Chapter 3: Proper girls don't belong in pubs
After about ten minutes of fast walking, Georgia found herself wondering what had happened to her. In away, she remembered. And yet, it all seemed so strange. One minute she was in her beautiful, expensive, home on the edge of central park, and the next she was in a filthy alley. She tried to remember more than this, but for some reason, it was as if she didn't want to remember. It was as if it was to terrible to be remembered. Terrible, but great. Georgia shook her perfect head and gazed around the busy street with her perfect eyes. She couldn't believe she was surrounded by so many disgusting things. Of course, this was the way she had been brought up. Streets = Dirt, Street Kids = Dirt,
Poor People = Filth. It was a strange philosophy but it worked for Georgia. She had become so disgusted by her surroundings , she didn't notice a small tugging on her once perfect dress. "Miss..miss!" came a tiny voice. She looked down and at her side, a small boy was tugging on her dress. She stared at him, shocked that he would touch her. The boy smiled up at her in an almost toothless grin and held up his hat. "Would ya please gimme some money? Me sistah is real sick, and I ain't got anythin' ta help her wit! Please lady, I hasn't eaten in t'ree days!" he said, a plea in his small dirty eyes. Georgia rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I know.here. Just take it and please leave!" she said, dropping a few coins in his hat and then recoiling as if he were to jump up at her. He muttered a thanks and headed off down the street. Georgia sighed and muttered something about disgusting street urchins. Well, she thought. I'd better find some place to get a bite to eat. Georgia's eyes searched the street. The only thing she saw was a grimy little pub on the corner. She moaned and headed inside. As soon as she entered the creaky wooden door, half the people in the pub turned and stared at her as if she were crazy. She turned her head up and tried not to notice them as she headed towards the bar.
"Excuse me sir, Do you have anything decent in this place to eat?" she said, her eyes surveying the chalkboard menu on the wall. The man raised an eyebrow and said, "By decent do ya mean fit fer someone a yer, uh, position?" She nodded slightly, not really paying attention. "Let's see. were ya thinkin' of a meal?" he said. She started to speak in reply when she noticed the small boy that had been tugging on her dress on the opposite side of the bar, sipping at a mug of beer. Her face flared and she stormed over. "So this is what you go and do with my money! I thought your sister was sick! and if you haven't eaten in three days, why are you drinking that disgusting beer?!" she shrieked. The boy's eyes widened in shock, and then he smirked and snapped his fingers. Suddenly two older boys, about Georgia's age, came out from opposite corners of the pub and joined the small boy, smirking at her. "Well, well, well, what do we have heah?" One of them said, circling her. She sneered at him and said, "I beg your pardon, but what on earth are you doing?" The second boy chuckled. "Aw come on! We's just seein' if yer gonna be good enough." He said. She took a step back and raised an eyebrow in disgust. "Good enough for what?" she said, slightly raising her voice. The boy laughed. "Thanks fer pickin' us out such a great piece a woik, D" he said, looking at the small boy who grinned back. Georgia did not like the sound of this, she started to back away but one of the older boys slipped his arm around her stomach. "Aww come on! Don't ya wanna have some fun toots?" She struggled to get away. "How dare you even think of such things!" she shrieked and several costumers glanced over, but then went back to drinking. She tried to elbow the boy in the stomach, but he pulled her closer and began dragging her to a small room in the back of the pub. "I get this one mike," he said, snickering.
"Let go of me NOW!" she yelled, attempting to bite his arm. The boy smiled and pulled her into the small room, throwing her down on the floor. He stood over her and she screamed on the top of her lungs.
"Hey! What the hell do ya think yer doin'?" came a somewhat familiar voice from the door way. Georgia looked up and saw the newsboy who had stolen her parasol. The boy leaning over her turned around and frowned. "You stay outta this Blink!" he said, anger growing in his eyes. "Do you actually think I'm gonna let ya do this, Maurice?" blink said, entering the room and emphasizing on the Maurice. "you wait right heah babe, there's a little thing I gotta take care of first!" Maurice said glancing at Georgia who was now up against the wall with a disgusted yet scared look on her face. Blink lunged at Maurice who quickly dodged it and threw a punch at blink. Blink disregarded the pain, grabbed Maurice's arm, and began to twist. Maurice struggled to free himself and he yelled for his companions, but they were already gone. Georgia cringed as there was a terrible crack and Maurice's scream pierced the air. Then it was silent.
After about ten minutes of fast walking, Georgia found herself wondering what had happened to her. In away, she remembered. And yet, it all seemed so strange. One minute she was in her beautiful, expensive, home on the edge of central park, and the next she was in a filthy alley. She tried to remember more than this, but for some reason, it was as if she didn't want to remember. It was as if it was to terrible to be remembered. Terrible, but great. Georgia shook her perfect head and gazed around the busy street with her perfect eyes. She couldn't believe she was surrounded by so many disgusting things. Of course, this was the way she had been brought up. Streets = Dirt, Street Kids = Dirt,
Poor People = Filth. It was a strange philosophy but it worked for Georgia. She had become so disgusted by her surroundings , she didn't notice a small tugging on her once perfect dress. "Miss..miss!" came a tiny voice. She looked down and at her side, a small boy was tugging on her dress. She stared at him, shocked that he would touch her. The boy smiled up at her in an almost toothless grin and held up his hat. "Would ya please gimme some money? Me sistah is real sick, and I ain't got anythin' ta help her wit! Please lady, I hasn't eaten in t'ree days!" he said, a plea in his small dirty eyes. Georgia rolled her eyes. "Yes, yes, I know.here. Just take it and please leave!" she said, dropping a few coins in his hat and then recoiling as if he were to jump up at her. He muttered a thanks and headed off down the street. Georgia sighed and muttered something about disgusting street urchins. Well, she thought. I'd better find some place to get a bite to eat. Georgia's eyes searched the street. The only thing she saw was a grimy little pub on the corner. She moaned and headed inside. As soon as she entered the creaky wooden door, half the people in the pub turned and stared at her as if she were crazy. She turned her head up and tried not to notice them as she headed towards the bar.
"Excuse me sir, Do you have anything decent in this place to eat?" she said, her eyes surveying the chalkboard menu on the wall. The man raised an eyebrow and said, "By decent do ya mean fit fer someone a yer, uh, position?" She nodded slightly, not really paying attention. "Let's see. were ya thinkin' of a meal?" he said. She started to speak in reply when she noticed the small boy that had been tugging on her dress on the opposite side of the bar, sipping at a mug of beer. Her face flared and she stormed over. "So this is what you go and do with my money! I thought your sister was sick! and if you haven't eaten in three days, why are you drinking that disgusting beer?!" she shrieked. The boy's eyes widened in shock, and then he smirked and snapped his fingers. Suddenly two older boys, about Georgia's age, came out from opposite corners of the pub and joined the small boy, smirking at her. "Well, well, well, what do we have heah?" One of them said, circling her. She sneered at him and said, "I beg your pardon, but what on earth are you doing?" The second boy chuckled. "Aw come on! We's just seein' if yer gonna be good enough." He said. She took a step back and raised an eyebrow in disgust. "Good enough for what?" she said, slightly raising her voice. The boy laughed. "Thanks fer pickin' us out such a great piece a woik, D" he said, looking at the small boy who grinned back. Georgia did not like the sound of this, she started to back away but one of the older boys slipped his arm around her stomach. "Aww come on! Don't ya wanna have some fun toots?" She struggled to get away. "How dare you even think of such things!" she shrieked and several costumers glanced over, but then went back to drinking. She tried to elbow the boy in the stomach, but he pulled her closer and began dragging her to a small room in the back of the pub. "I get this one mike," he said, snickering.
"Let go of me NOW!" she yelled, attempting to bite his arm. The boy smiled and pulled her into the small room, throwing her down on the floor. He stood over her and she screamed on the top of her lungs.
"Hey! What the hell do ya think yer doin'?" came a somewhat familiar voice from the door way. Georgia looked up and saw the newsboy who had stolen her parasol. The boy leaning over her turned around and frowned. "You stay outta this Blink!" he said, anger growing in his eyes. "Do you actually think I'm gonna let ya do this, Maurice?" blink said, entering the room and emphasizing on the Maurice. "you wait right heah babe, there's a little thing I gotta take care of first!" Maurice said glancing at Georgia who was now up against the wall with a disgusted yet scared look on her face. Blink lunged at Maurice who quickly dodged it and threw a punch at blink. Blink disregarded the pain, grabbed Maurice's arm, and began to twist. Maurice struggled to free himself and he yelled for his companions, but they were already gone. Georgia cringed as there was a terrible crack and Maurice's scream pierced the air. Then it was silent.
