The painting was magnificent, the walk to the painting, not so much. I mean sure, it was through this amazing hall way fulla clean, well-dressed, people (that don't stalk you for the little change you own) but, still what one of these rich people did, I just couldn't enjoy the walk as much as I woulda liked. This is what happened, I was sitting on the rail when he called me to his room 'cause everythin' was all put away, an' on the way down the stairs we got into a real deep conversation on what Van Gogh's best piece really is when this big baggage guy knocked both us down. But, that wasn't bad at all, the bad part was when he helped Alex up an' said to him, "You may want to get a better servant, young sir, perhaps a maid that will help you up when you fall." And then, oh and then, Alex looks at me for the first time as though he never once noticed the stupid hay colored dress mother makes me where, or the crappy dirty apron I wear over that. An' I can tell he's just trying to be nice when he helps me up an' shows me the painting, but, I can tell our friendship won't last 'cause now he knows I'm poor, it's a good thing I didn't tell him my name. But, it's sad 'cause I really liked him so I must say this (Ahem) GO TO HELL SOCIAL CLASSES!!!!! I feel better. Oh the new families here oh hey the have a boy who looks my age, oh joy. Well at least this boy won't care if I'm POOR!!!!! Okay so the boy is real nice and his name is Granger (N/A okay this has nothing to do with Harry Potter!!!!! I just like the name and learnt via princess in pink that it means farmer) Jones and he's got red-brown hair an' green eyes an' he wears brown pants a white shirt an' a black coat. He's an immigrant from Ireland and he is 15 one year older then me, same age as Alex. He is pretty nice as well, an' he brought his bagpipe (very odd instrument it is) on board an' is gonna play it. Oh, I must stop writin' now the music's real good.
(N/a) okay not the best but once again I needed to add another character. R&R