I looked out the window of my prison. It wasn't a prison in the reality of the bulls or the cages…but it felt like one. The windows are cracked and chipped and still haven't been fixed by the Headmistress, The walls are a grimy bluish I think and there was some blood on them as well. The beds are sunken in and stained. Some were even nonexistent or worn out so much they would give you scratches and cuts which would get infected and scar. I actually have one on my neck and arms they still hurt pretty badly I am pretty much used to them.
After looking around my prison with disgust written all over my face my one green eye and one blue eye suddenly got wide with inspiration. "I will get out" I whispered quietly seeing as how everyone was either sleeping on the ground or on an actually bed…which we day after day had to wrestle for. I pushed my dark brown hair away from my face and pulled it into a high ponytail. "I will escape" I whispered standing up I walked down to the door and bit my lip in anxiousness.
The girls were snoring lightly, or they were tossing and turning from a dream, or they were muttering I smiled a bit I tugged on my skirt and my blouse with annoyance. I seriously needed out of these clothes but of course I should be worrying about getting out of this room first. I took a few pins out of my hair and kneeled down and started to work on the lock. Now its not as easy as it looks I had learned from the best. When I heard the resounding click from the door I smirked. 'bingo…' I slowly opened the door and shut it behind me I heard the click and grimaced. I slowly backed away and looked around…there was one thing I still wanted to do. The headmistress she has a lot of money and since I will be leaving I needed to take some to start out.
I walked down the hallway barefoot…that's right barefoot..they never gave us shoes and the skirt I am wearing…well lets just say its seen better days. The blouse I am wearing was…key word was white..now its brownish black. I went past the first door and went around a hole in the floor and tripped and almost fell. 'crap crap crap crap crap!' I thought quickly my eyebrows drawing down in a frown. I froze for a second and when I didn't hear anyone coming I slowly walked to her office and broke in. I stole about four dollars and stuffed it into my pocket.
I was going to slowly go out when I noticed something and got another wild idea. 'boys clothes…must be her sons..' I thought grinning and then I got another wild idea in the moonlight I stood in front of a full length mirror and frowned. I was waaay too skinny and my chest isn't too noticeable..
'this is such a bad idea..' I thought worried and then I sighed 'screw it.. I am going to be on my own…in Harlem no less' I took some old clothes she had and picked out a brown pair of pants, a pair of black suspenders and bit my lip in thought on a shirt I decided on a white undershirt, and I found some scrap long fabric I ripped it and wrapped it around my upper body. My chest was now flattened I nodded a bit and tied it off and moved I could still twist and such I smirked and pulled on the white under shirt, and then a blue button up.
"not bad…not bad at all Bella" I whispered smirking a bit I rolled up my sleeves and looked around I pulled on some shoes and saw a cap. A cabby cap it was black I tucked my hair underneath and nodded I sighed and then heard a slam. I gasped and tucked the money in my pocket and escaped out the nearby window. I stood out there and took everything in..i haven't been out in like three years..i am 13 now. I looked around and kept my head low. Which I must say kept me out of trouble..until I made it over to the Bronx. Its morning already and I heard giggling I looked over to seeing girls pointing at me and laughing I glared hard at them and they gasped seeing my eyes.
"oh my goodness Trish…look at that boys eyes…so unique" she said looking me over she had beautiful blonde hair and big blue eyes.
"indeed" the brunette said she walked over to me and smiled I raised an eyebrow at her. She looked at me waving her fan enticingly I rolled my eyes and then smiled up at her.
'excuse me..did youse need sumtin?" I asked and she giggled a bit.
"I was just hoping I could gaze into your eyes for a bit…they are just..so beautiful" she said touching my cheek I moved back and I ehard a gasp.
"Trish!" the other girl said in shock.
"oh come on Olivia you cant be saying you wouldn't want to do the same." Trish said smiling over at her friend…I soon made my escape. I sighed and saw someone run past I touched my pockets and gasped that little thief! I ran after them and saw them duck into an alley I walked over to see them counting MY money.
"hey youse bettah explain yerself.." I hissed over at them they shot up and looked at me and fear struck the kids face at the coldness in my face.
"youse good kid.." the younging said and walked over to me he handed me my money and I smirked a bit. I counted and then when they tried to sneak off I grabbed their shoulder and pulled them arounda dn held my hand out. The kid sighed handing it over I looked at them and smirked a bit.
"Listen…kid…care to teach methe art of pickpocketing and using knives?...ill make it worth ya time" I said and the kid nodded a bit and held out his hand.
"names lock" he said I nodded at him he looked to be about 12 and has blueish black hair and bright blue eyes and dark skin.
I looked at him not showing my nerves I took my hat off and he went wide eyed and nervous. "names Dylan…don't forget it" I said smirking and he nodded in understanding.
"so..what are youse doin heah?..i mean besides comin ta harlem and pretendin ta be a boy?" he asked and I shrugged
"I am going to be da jack of all trades" I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall and he looked me over poking me a bit then nodded.
"lets begin.." He whispered I smirked and piled my hair back into my cap and smirked.
"of course…lets" I whispered and from that day on..lock and I were a team we took care of eachother. No matter what and its been two years since then I am an expert at knives, and kind of got a reputation in each bureau for the thieves and pickpockets. I was known to them as the princess of thieves and pickpockets..but now I want to try something new…becoming a newsie..i was always watching them and I made good friends with Queens, and Hatten newsies now I have an appointment with jack Kelly strike leader.