Words from the Author- Ok I don't own the Newises, I wish I did. I own Jenna "Riggs" Kelly. Sophie "Sop" Riggs; they are twins. Sophie is the name of my sister in France, so I'm putting her in the fic. I don't know any of the Brooklyn Newises names, Spot's the only one I know, so I am going to make them up. Please enjoy my 2nd Newise Fic.
KEY
"talking"
**sounds**
[thoughts of the person in 1st POV]
Another Santa Fa Newise
Prologue
By: DxInsider
Sophie's POV
"Last stop, Brooklyn, New York."
"Hey, I thought this train was going to Manhattan, New York?"
"No. Everyone off."
"But how am I suppose to Manhattan?" The conductor just left, leaving me in front of the passenger car. [Well, this just great. I'm stuck in Brooklyn and I'm suppose to be in Manhattan; just fucking great! Now how am I suppose to get there now?]
I picked up my suitcase and left the station. There was some drunken men heading home, hookers were going off with their "jons" and newises were selling their papes.
"Riggs." I turned to see one of a newise walking over with a few other guys. He was my height with dark brown hair and these beautiful eyes you just couldn't help but stare at forever/ He wore a hat, of course all newises wore hats, a slingshot in his back pocket and he carried a black cane with a gold top on it; he wore a key around his neck. [So this must be one of my sister's friends. Who else would have known our last name? He must think I'm Jenna.]
"So Riggs, what brings you to my Brooklyn with a suitcase? Had a fight with Jack be nimble?"
"Just looking for my way back to Manhattan."
"You know that you have to cross my bridge to get there."
"Oh yeah, I forgot. Later." I started walking by him until he grabs my arm. "Hey, let go!"
"You're not Riggs, she knows her way around here. Who are?" I didn't like people grabbing me so, I punched him in the eyes and kicked him between the legs. He fell to the ground, groaning, when other newises came running over.
"The names Sophie Riggs, twin sister to the Queen of Manhattan. If you ever grab me like that again, you'll be sorry." With that I picked up my suitcase and walked right out of there.
It took an hour, but I finally got to Manhattan; it was a lot cleaner then Brooklyn. [Ok, now I just have to find the Newise Lodge. **stomach growls** Damn stomach. Guess I'll eat first.] I looked around at the buildings. [Hmm Tibby's? Sounds like a good place to eat.] So I went in.
Words from me, The Author- Don't hurt me if you love Spot. (Hides under her rock) Anyways Read and Review.