1Chapter 5:
"Okay so I have a dress and my party is coming up in three days. Now I need a husband. Georgie what am I gonna do. I don't fit in anywhere. I am to scared to be anything but first class but I hate first class." Onora sat down on a bench. "I hate it. I just hate it. I mean it wasn't as bad when my mom was alive but now... I just want to kill myself sometimes. It seems like it would be the easiest way out."
"Shut your mouth McClain! Don't ever say that! You hear me! Your gonna be fine. Just fine I promise you. You follow your first instinct and your heart and you will be happy. That's what you have to do." Georgie sat down next to Onora. "Want a paper?" Onora nodded and handed Georgie a penny. "Hello boy. Newsboy. We would like two papers please." The newsboy turned around and eyed Onora. Onora looked up and took a deep breath.
"Well if it ain't the scum of Brooklyn. How have you been Onora?" The newsboy handed Georgie two papers.
"Okay Fish and yourself?" Onora asked.
"Well it's hard watching your friend turn into a pile of unemotional crap but other then that good. See you around whore." With that Fish walked away.
"Don't listen to him Onora. He has no clue what he is talking about." Georgie stood up. "No more sour faces. Let's see that Onora smile that I haven't seen since about two years ago." Georgie stopped and thought for a moment. "You need to see him Onora. You need to."
"Hell no. I am never gonna see him. He in the past. The last thing I need is getting things more screwed up then now. Anyway I am sure he does not want to see me at all. Look at the way his newsie acted. How do you think he is gonna act?" Onora sat down again. "I messed up big time. Big time."
"Spot I just saw the biggest bitch in Brooklyn," Fish said entering the bunk room.
"I know that Onora is back in town." Spot looked at Fish. "That is who you were talking about right?"
"Yeah," Fish laughed.
"There ain't nothing funny about that girl she's just a plain old bitch." Spot walked out of the bunk room and motioned for Fish to follow. "You keep a good eye on her. You got it Fish. I wanna know what she is doing everyday for my own reasons."
"Well if it helps at all, she looked so depressed today. And I mean depressed." Fish leaned against the doorway. "Bet you its her step-mom that's getting to her."
"I wanna know whatever you can find out. I need to figure something out." Spot nodded and Fish left the room. "She's not going anywhere near Mush."
