" Lydia do ya think this is a really good idea, I mean turning ourselves into newsies might be hard."
"Hey, you ask me do you really want to stay in this house for the rest of you're life" I rolled my eyes giving her a little smirk. I nudged her on the arm and smiled. I got off the table and headed towards the sack of laundry waiting to be folded and put away. I folded the clothes gently. I could've folded it roughly, but I decided it would be one of my last days. Besides, it wouldn't make such a big deal to do some tidying up around the house since we only have 3 rooms. If I do runaway my parents will probably tell the police and send out a lookout for me, I can't stay here in Manhattan. i'll have to go to Brooklyn, Queens, or the Bronx. I know my parents will miss me dearly but they don't know how painful and boring it is to be imprisoned in this same old house every single second. They just don't understand. Their the best people I know, but it's time I leave alone and have a little adventure. Maybe without Cecilia I'm afraid she might blow our cover if she ever meets Spot the King of Brooklyn. She'd probably ignore the fact that we're in disguise, and try to impress him. I here he is really handsome and muscular. But i'm not so interested in boys unlike Cecilia. Romance is loathing. I am going to leave when everybody falls asleep. But I'll have to be careful, Cecilia and Jonah are not heavy sleepers. If anything their light like a feather type of sleeper. But it's a hateful habit. Every night theirs all this ruckus outside our apartment. I came to the kitchen which is the worst room in our apartment, the dirtiest. It's are family room. Since all the cooking is done here the kitchen is the hardest to take care of. Unlike my family I hang out in my room it's the only time I can have personal time. The rest of my family doesn't seem to care. Sometimes I feel like my parents are a little to over-protective. I understand they don't want to loose me like they lost my younger sister, Nina. They lost her when she was out of the house going to her friends. It was only then when our family life changed completely. My parents, not the same. Their not as talkative anymore it's upsetting that Cecilia and Jonah never new their real parents. I grabbed the broom on the right side corner where all our families cleaning supplies is kept and stored. I first started with sweeping where Jonah and my parents sleep. Their was a cob-web on our oil lamp. Unfortunately we can't afford the new invention, a light bulb. That runs on something called electricity. But I'm glad that we have some source of lighting. I took the feather duster and put the feather duster in the middle of the cobweb and spun it to get every last bit of it. The floor was a disaster used tissues all over the floor. Jonah was going through his cold. I held a tissue with my pointer finger and thumb. Making sure the part I'm touching is not snot infested. That's pretty much everything I've gotta clean after the tissues. The other room is always naturally clean because I sleep there. It's gonna to be hard living on the streets, totally uncomfortable sleeping on a hard floor. I should't worry much about the kitchen. If I misplace something I'm dead. My mom doesn't like to stop in the middle of her cooking or bothered. Our meal would turn into a disaster if 1 thing is misplaced.
Hours passed, and now it's nighttime, I went out of bed quite enough not to wake Cecilia. I tiptoed to Jonah's room where his clothes are kept in a small wardrobe. I shuffled through clothes and found an outer jacket, a flat cap, and some knee pants. Jonah is about the same size or a little smaller, but I'm sure the clothes will fit. I changed in the kitchen. Hopping no boys will notice a big bump in the back of my head , and find out I'm a girl. Knowing newsies they'd probably tell all the other newsies. Not caring about what will happen he'll probably nock my cap off. I opened the door making sure I didn't make a squeak. I left the apartment with no belongings our memories of my family. I went down some steps and reached the bottom from their I fled down the curve. My fake name would have to be something like Stick or something. If they ask what my last name is i'll just say I don't know because I was abandoned when I was young. I'll just say my name is Stick, thats it really. I'll have to roam around, I'm sure that eventually I'll meet up with Brooklyn.