(Let's hope that since I just drank a whole coke and am really hyper that I don't totally screw up this story. I don't want to wait to long to update the story so that you loose interest.)

Elizabeth greatly dreaded that evening. The girls had surely heard her and her father's argument and would be delighted to tease her as much as possible.

"So, you're finally joining us," a girl she had earlier learned to be named Olivia, laughed as Lizzy took a seat at the large table.

"Not by choice."

"I'm sure that I speak for everyone when I say that we would love to here how much your father hates you now after you associated with that awful, dark girl servant." Olivia spit out the word servant as if it were poison.

Elizabeth's temper flared, but a firm hand rested on her shoulder. She turned to face her approacher.

"Don't pay them any mind. They just like to see you angry. There's something that I have heard about this country. The people here don't usually take well to foreigners. That Olivia has been a pain in the neck for weeks," Ms. Shufflefield groaned.

"Tell me about it," Lizzy frowned.

"Just give them time to get to know you."

Lizzy ate in silence for the entire meal, as did everyone else at the table. After dinner she returned as usual to her room. Thoughts whizzed through her mind. Her heart was saddened at the thought of never seeing Josie or any of the newsies again. But nothing could be done. Her door remained locked for almost the entire of every day.