The next day I woke up feeling sick and nervous. Spot wasn't going to take this well. I got ready to sell papers. I bought fifty and sold them fast. Spot should be on the docks. I thought. I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge. I couldn't stop thinking about how this would hurt Spot. How terrible he would feel. I stopped half way over the bridge. I felt sick. I realized where I was. I was where me and Spot held hands. I felt light headed. I rushed across the bridge and to the docks. I searched for Spot through the mob of people. I finely found him.

"Spot I need to talk to you in private." I said.

"What is it?" He asked.

I saw worry on his face.

"It's just really important, I want to tell you alone."

Spot took me to a little ally. He took my hand. I felt heat go to my cheeks. I felt so terrible! How could I say it?

"Is it Steel? Did he touch you?" Spot asked.

"No. This is about us... I need to tell you that I can't do this anymore." I said releasing his hand.

"What do you mean?"

I felt tears coming to my eyes, but I blinked them away.

"What I'm saying is I can't be with you anymore like this... Spot I love you, I do. But there someone else and I just need to get things strait."

"Can you at least tell me who it is?" He asked.

I see the hurt I feared the most all over his face.

"Racetrack."

He took a shaky breath. I feel tears rolling down my cheeks.

"How long have you loved him?" Spot asked weakly.

"A few days. I felt like I should tell you and now I feel like I need to think somethings through."

I'd never seen Spot like this before. He looked broken and lost.

"I love you Spot. I love you with all of my being! Please just try to understand." I said.

"I understand."

"I'm just going to clear some things." I said.

Spot whipped away my tears.

"Don't cry." He whispered.

He gives me a fake smile as if he's trying to tell me everything will be okay.

"I'm sorry." I whispered.

"Don't be. I understand."

"I should go now."

"Goodbye Faith."

"Goodbye Spot."

I started walking back to Manhattan. The feeling I'd was having just got worse. What have I done? I thought. Something told me I made the wrong decision. I ran to the boarding house. Nobody else was there. I jumped into my bunk. I cried, I screamed, I cursed. I felt like I'd made the worst choice of my life! I thought of the look on Spots face. I screamed. What had I done to him? I knew that all of the newsies would be back soon. I went to the washroom to wash my face. I looked at my self in the mirror. I looked terrible. My hair was a mess and I had under eye circles. I combed through my hair. I looked a little better. I heard the door open. I left the wash room to see who it was. It was Racetrack!

"Hey Faith." He said.

I knew what I had to do.

"Hey Race, can I tell you something?"

"Is it about your dream again? If you want me to-"

"No It's not about that..." I said.

He looked confused.

"What is it about than?" He asked.

I looked down at my shoes. I took a deep breath. Here goes!

"I wanted to tell you me and Spot aren't together anymore."

"I'm so sorry!"

"There's a reason that I wanted to tell you... It's that I have feelings for you."

He looks at me for a moment in what I think was shock.

"I felt like you should know." I said.

He came closer to me. He looked like he was going to kiss me! I think of Spot.

"I just need to think things through." I said. "Theres you and Spot... I just need to think."

"You still have feelings for Spot?"

"Yes I-I didn't think it was right to be with Spot while loving you..."

Race looked happy but hurt at the same time... The door opened up and Jack walked in.

"Hey guys." Jack said.

Jack had saved me from an awkward moment.

"Hi Jack." I said acting like everything was fine. "How goes it?"

"I'm good. Faith I heard about you and Spot, I'm sorry." He said.

"Thank you. How did you-"

"West told me. Race your being quiet over there." Jack laughed.

"Yeah..." Race said awkwardly.

I look over at the clock on the wall. It was seven fifteen!

"I have to go." I said.

"Where are you going?" Race asked.

"I have to meet Medda somewhere."

"I'll talk to you when you get back." Race said.

"Okay I'll see you than."

I knew that by the time I got to Sally's shop it would be eight o'clock. I couldn't stop thinking about Spot and Race. Race loved me and I knew that now that he knew I loved him we could be together. But then there was Spot. I loved Spot so much. I wondered how he must be doing. I finely reached the store. Medda was waiting for me outside.

"Faith your finely here! Are you ready?" She asked.

I wasn't exactly ready, but I knew I never would be.

"I think so."

Medda opened the door and we walked through. Sally was behind the front desk.

"Hello Medda, Faith. How are you?" Sally asked.

"Fine Sally. But there's something very important we need to tell you." Medda said.

"What is it?"

"Your sisters child Faith isn't dead, she's right here..."

Sally looked at me in shock for a moment. Tears were in her eyes. Sally wrapped her arms around me. We just hugged for a moment.

"You reminded me so much of her and I knew it had to be you."Sally said through tears.

"Faith's father just told the family that she was dead." Medda explained.

"All these years..." Sally said.

I felt tears going down my cheeks. We talked for about another hour. I had a good time. It got my mind off things... Medda and I left at nine o'clock.

"So," Medda said as we walked home. "did you tell Spot and Race?"

"I did."

"How did they take it?"

"Well..."

I didn't want to think about Spot of Race. Apart of me wished that I was with Spot. The other wanted Race. I said goodbye to Medda when I got to the boarding house. I went inside and upstairs. Because it was only nine nobody was asleep. I sat on my bunk.

"Hey Faith we're having another war council here tomorrow." Jack told me when he passed by my bunk.

"Okay, I'll be there." I said.

I wanted to see Spot to talk to him and see if he was okay. I missed Spot... I wanted to see him.