It was just another quit and cold night. We were all having a party and for some reason I had a feeling that something was going to happen tonight. The next thing I know is Jack and Charlie bring home a young frail looking boy, he was scruffy and short but he seemed nice and sweet. His name according to himself was none other then Oliver. Oliver looked astonished and frightened, but he was welcomed by my long-term friends, Fagin and Bill. Oliver was confused and had no idea what was happening. I knew it, that moment when I saw the spark in Fagin’s eye; he was trying to teach Oliver (a young innocent boy) how to steal.Order now
My maternal instincts told me that he was a special lad who did not belong in the company of Fagin’s type. This I did not want for the poor little child and I decided to look after him when he was staying with us. Dairy Entry Two: I was up and awake, I could not sleep, I had a strange feeling which was surrounding me. I was drunk and tired, but I could not sleep, I knew that something was bothering me. Since Oliver had arrived, I have had a change of heart; I knew that Oliver should not join us criminals. I had a strange feeling and that feeling was telling me to look after and care for Oliver.
I had a sense of hatred, telling me that Oliver did not like me, but that did not affect me caring and looking after him. He probably thought that I was a drunken prostitute; I did not want him to think of me like this. But later on when I tucked Oliver in bed, he said, “that I was nice and caring”. This affected my feelings and I knew that Oliver should not be at this dump. It was my responsibility to look after him during his stay. Diary Entry Three: It was kind of weird of today and I found out something shocking. The rich do treat the poor the same and I experienced that when I visited, Brownlows home.
I was treated like a guest there. I was shown respect and treated very nicely by everyone, even though I did not deserve it. I broke down into tears, because I have never been treated fairly and nicely. I was even more shocked that the rich were even talking to me, because usually I am treated harshly and disrespectfully. These people have touched my heart and I am wondering whet ever to tell them the truth of what is going on. To show a sign of respect the rich offered me money and told me to start of a new life, but I could not take the money and also betray the people who I have known for ages.
Instead I asked for a white handkerchief and they gave it to me happily. I now know that all the rich are not bad and are very nice and it was an emotional day for me. Diary Entry Four: Today was a happy and emotional day for me, this is because I knew I did something right for a change. I knew that Oliver should not be living with us, because I knew he could do something better with his life. So I knew I had to do something right and so I did. At night, I went to the bridge to meet, Brownlow and Rose (she was very nice), the reason behind this was I had to tell them something important.
I wanted them to keep Oliver safe and away from danger and also I told them about Fagin and Bill and what bad deeds they have committed. I wanted peace and not violence; I had to snitch on Bill and the rest because it was for their own good. I was so happy that I sorted this mess up, but I feared that someone was spying on me and this gave me a shiver around my body. Diary Entry Five: I have a strange feeling that this is my last time writing on this diary. This is because I do not think that I will be alive by tomorrow.
When I went to talk to, Brownlow and Rose, I had a strange feeling that someone was watching me, but I had to do the right thing, by helping Oliver. If something bad happens to me, I will know that I have done well by helping Oliver. I hope everything will be ok, but I have a strange feeling that it will not be all happy news. If word gets to Bill, then I know I am doomed, because he is the kind of guy who loses his temper quickly. But all I can do now is hope and wait and see what lies ahead later on. This might even be my last diary entry; all I can do now is pray for the best.