All these charters belong to Disney with the exception of the ones my friends and I made up.
By: Sassafras Lei
The December air was crisp as it blew against a new face, that had just shown up in New York. He stood out side the train station looking around; he was from a small town back in Virginia. He had light skin, dark brown hair, and piercing green eyes. It was about noon as the young Jerry Parsons made his way through the city of Brooklyn. He had no experience with the city, and his strong southern accent didn't help him much either. As he walked passed a pier he caught the attention of a few, but he kept going, not noticing. He stopped out side of a Bakery, to think. For a winter in New York it wasn't bad there was hardly any snow on the ground right at the time.
"So yer new around he'ah, where ya from?" Jerry turned around to see a slightly shorter guy looking at him.
"Yeah, I am. From Virginia, why?" he asked.
"Jus' wonderin', ya lookin' fer a place ta stay?" the guy asked randomly.
"Well, yeah, I guess so."
"Da names Spot Conlon, do ya sell papes?" he asked.
"My names Jerry Parsons, yeah I've sold before," he said.
"Good ya start again tammorw, now come wit' me I'll get ya settled in at da lodgin' house." Spot said, shaking his hand.
"Alright." Jerry said, walking beside him.
They got to the lodging house, and Spot signed him in, and showed him to his new bunk. He soon found out that there were other girls that stayed there, and he was to keep his hands off them. Spot left the room, and Jerry went to the washroom. She looked in the mirror, and sighed she'd been covering up herself as a boy for the last two years, but she didn't have a problem with it, she didn't care. Jerry was her cover up name her real name was Jenny, and she was determined to keep her secret to herself. Spot came in a few minutes later and called him, she shoved her hair under her hat and ran out.
"So why'd ya come ta New York?" Spot asked, leaning against a bed.
"I'm looking for a twin sister, Geri," he said.
"Dat would explain it. Why ya look jus' like 'er, ya didn't have me fooled fer a second." Spot said, lifting up her hat.
"Ya coulda jus' told me ya were a goil, Geri lives in Harlem." he added.
"Awlright, yer da only one that's seen through it, my real names Jenny, an' every thing else I've told ya is true." she said, grabbing her hat from him.
"Come wit' me ya can sleep in da goils room." he said, grabbing her hand.
"Ya know, you should go out wit' me," Spot said egotistically.
"What? Yer crazy, not only a jerk," Jenny said, but it made her feel better she caught some ones eye.
"No I ain't, I'm dead serious, an' I's know I can be a jerk, you'll get use to it." Spot said showing her a bed.
"Fine." she said, laying on her bed, and closing her eyes.
"Good." he said kissing her on the cheek, and walking away. Jenny opened her eyes, and smiled as he walked out the door.
The next few weeks Spot, and Jenny sold together, and went out on dates every other night. They were happy, and Jenny made new friends, and many foes along with that too. Yet her biggest one was a girl from Brooklyn her name was Christy. Christy had hated her since day one when she stole Spot from her, but Spot was never with Christy so she was just being stupid about it. They had gotten into a few fights but nothing to serious, that the guys couldn't break up in a few minutes. Spot and Jenny sat on his bed talking as they played a game of cards one night.
"What's Christy's problem wit' cha?" Spot asked, looking up.
"She thinks I took you away from her, dat maybe true, but she's jus' a really big bitch 'bout it anyways." she said, throwing out a card.
"Oh yah, I knew dat, so what ya wanna do ta night?" he asked.
"I don't care, what did ya have in mind?" she asked, laying down her cards.
"Ok, what's wit' ya? Yer playin' really bad ta night." he asked.
"I know, I's got stuff on my mind, are ya still goin' ta Manhattan tammorw?" Jenny asked, looking at him.
"Yah, why ya comin' wit' me? Or do ya want ta stay he'ah again?" Spot asked, putting his arm around her.
"No, I'm gonna stay he'ah again." she said, hugging him.
He kissed her lightly, and smiled got up, and grabbed her hat and took off. Spot ran out the door leaving her dumb founded in the lobby, she finally got, and ran down the stairs after him. She followed close behind him as she ran towards the stairs.
"Spot give me my hat back!" Jenny yelled, running down the stairs after him.
"No way, come an' get it," he called back, running out the front door.
"Spot where are ya goin', stop," she said, grabbing his hand.
That made both them go tumbling down, and rolled a few times, and stopped at the ground. Spot sat over top of Jenny, and put her hat on her half way so she couldn't see. Jenny tilted her hat back so she could see, and pushed Spot off of her, and sat up on the corner. It had already started getting dark, and it was a little cold since it was winter, and all. Spot put his arm around her shoulder, and kissed her deeply. He pulled her to her feet, and they walked down the road together looking for something to do for a little while. Before they knew it they were standing in front of the lodging house again, they had walked a little of the city, and hadn't found any thing to do for that night. They walked in the lodging house, and almost no one was up it was late, and they all had to sell in the morning. Jenny walked up the stairs pulling Spot up them behind her.
"G' night Spot." she said walking to the door.
"G' night, see ya when I get home ta marrow night." Spot said walking to his door.
"Ok, love ya." she said opening the door.
"You to." he said walking in to his room.
In the middle of the night Jenny sat up feeling threaten by something or some one around her. She got up, and dressed quickly trying not to wake anyone else up that was in the room. Jenny slide the window open, and jumped out of it silently landing on the fire escape, and climbed down with out looking back up. If only she would of looked back up at that window she would have seen a shadow of one other in it watching her with a dark expression. Jenny sat under a streetlight on Prospect road, and she looked up to the sky as if for guidance. A few minutes later she sensed some one close behind her, she stood up slowly, and turned around. She couldn't tell who it was, and before she could say anything a fist connected with her jaw. Jenny stood surprised, and then decided to fight back, she made it out to be a guy she was placed against. A minute later she sunk to the ground, every thing was spinning she couldn't see anything around her, and the cut on her side wasn't helping. Jenny felt one more blow to her head, and then she blacked out, and fell the rest of the way to the ground.
Spot walked into the lodging house late after seeing his friends in Manhattan, to find everyone was quiet, and somewhat upset. He looked around for his girl Jenny, but didn't see her anywhere. Spot slowly walked over to his good friend Sport, and sat beside him.
"Sport what happened?" he asked slowly.
"Are ya sure ya wanna know Spot?" Sport asked, looking up.
"Yah, I's sure," he answered. Sport looked at him sighed, and slowly tried to tell him.
"Spot, Jenny's..." he trailed off upset.
"Jenny's what?" Spot asked wanting to know.
"Jenny's dead Spot." Christy said flatly. He sat trying to register the information, she couldn't be dead, and she just couldn't.
"No, its jus' not possible, how?" he asked, looking at Christy.
"She lost to much blood from a cut she got on her side from a fight last night." Christy said, placing a hand on Spots shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" he said pushing her away.
"Well, da bitch got what was comin' to 'er didn't she Spot." she yelled after him.
He walked up to his room, and sat on his bed staring at his ceiling he had a million things on his mind now. 'How? Why? Who? I's cain't believe she's dead no way, somethin' s goin' down he'ah, I'll find out an' soon too. Something says Christy knows more den she's been sayin' he thought to him self. Spot didn't bother going to sell his papers the next day; he sat up in his room debating with himself. While he was thinking it hit him something Jenny had said the night before her death, Christy really didn't like her. For the next month time went slowly for him, and amazingly enough he didn't find another girl friend. But no one would have thought he would stay that way for up to five months.
Five months later
Spot walked down the lonely Brooklyn roads with nothing better to do, as darkness started to fall over the city. It had been five months since he'd had a girl friend he just stopped caring about it, after he had lost Jenny. He walked over the bridge, and looked at how smoothly the water flowed, and he thought 'if only my life could go dat smoothly'. Spot walked on he didn't know where he was going, just wherever his feet took him. Before he knew it he was standing outside the Manhattan refuge, so he decide to look around, it had been awhile since he'd been there. He looked up at the windows, and at the one on the very right he saw a shadow of a girls face through the light from her room. Spot didn't think he knew her but he could feel there was something special about her, and he decided to help her out. 'It couldn't be could it? No, she's dead Spot snap out of it, she died...or did she? Christy would have done anything ta get Jenny away from Spot and maybe she had' Spot thought about, it and went on.