I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to update! Please forgive me. I've been so busy wth finals, but now I'm out of school and I'll update more often!

Disclaimer: If I was Charles Dickens, I'd be dead.

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry it's been so long since I've written. My life has been I wild blur lately. Most of my time has been spent searching, listening, and asking around. All for that boy.

I don't understand why I care about him so much. He's a pick pocket, for lord's sake. A dirty little criminal. Maybe it was his eyes. They were so green, and they sparkled. He seemed so happy…so content with his way of life, that…for only a moment…I could forget. I could forget all the stress and jealousy that comes with constantly trying to better yourself.

Maybe, though I try to deny it, I wanted to be poor. I wanted to be free. Freedom is one of the few luxuries the rich can't afford. It's a luxury that I treasure.

When I was a child, my eyes were clear, I saw the good side. But that's the kind of second sight that doesn't last too long. I'm almost grown up now, and the thin line between good and bad is slowly being erased. Maybe the boy isn't really a criminal at all. Maybe he's just desperate.

I'm starting to regret leaving. I'm terribly hungry and I miss the warmth of my bed at night. Every time I think of going back I have to remind myself that it's really only a trap. I need to find him.