"Hey'ya Racetrack you'se got you'se self a lettah" Jack Kelly said throwing a small envelope his way. 'Wat da hell?' He thought as he opened it and only five words were on the yellowing paper.
I'm comin' to New York
It was written in a hand writing that could only belong to his sister Bianca. Its was a kind of elegant hand writing but it still looked like a five year old had wrote it. Racetrack looked up nervously to see the eyes of all the newsboys on him. Trying to lose the nervousness he regained his cool and asked; "Wat?"
"You'se ok? You looked at lil' noivice for a secon' 'der" Jack said.
"Yeah I'm awlright" Racetrack replied. "Wat's da lettah say?" Mush asked.
"My sistah is comin' to New Yawk" He replied dryly.
"You'se gotta sistah?" Kid Blink questioned.
"Three of 'em"
"Three?"
"Yeah"
"Dey all comin'?"
"No just Bianca"
"Dat a good t'ing"
"No"
"Why not?"
"'Cause, jist drop it awlright" And with that the conversation was over and done with.
Racetrack couldn't sleep. He was too nervous about his sister's visit. He couldn't remember what he did wrong, that's the only time she came. It's not like he didn't like his sister, but she only come bearing bad news. The worst part about her visits is that she always brings her guards. Yeah guards. You see over in Italy the Higgins family is forever infamous. Ever since 1601 everyone in the Higgins family had been apart of the Italian mafia. They had started out small but soon became more and more important till they were the largest Mafia in all of Italy. His great great grandfather Morris Armadas Higgins was the first in the line of mafia 'Kings'. He would shot you just because you looked at him wrong. His father was much like that. Cold hearted, crude, rude, mean and just plain evil but he still cared for his family but if he didn't get respect he'd bang you over the head with a frying pan. He knew from experience. And, god forbid, when his father dies Bianca will take his place and become the first Mafia Princess. You see the Higgins doesn't have many girls that are the oldest but there's a first for everything I suppose. The Higgins family truly was the rulers of Italy but lately they've been having some troubles with the Russians, they were trying to take over the Higgins little empire. Well to put it simply, they didn't like it. More and more Russians have been found dead, lying in the streets blood covered bodies and dirty faces. And of course in black charred skin in the shape of a small 'H' on the back of their neck. Racetrack shivered at the thought of seeing the 'H' on one of his friends if they tried something with Bianca, 'cause she was no were near afraid to do it. But he hoped for the best that they would all stay away from her. Turning onto his side he closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
Opening his eyes for the first time in the morning he saw something he wasn't ready for. Golden eyes, his sister was already here. He blinked a few times and shook his head.
"How'd you get heah so fast?" He asked his voice still groggy from sleep.
"Connections" Was the only word that came out of her ruby red lips. Bianca really did look like their mother. Her hair fell gently to her elbows in slick, grease filled chestnut swirls. Her skin was the color of ivory, soft and smooth. Her eyes were a piercing golden; she always looked at you as if she was analyzing you. Her face was something to look at it was hard yet soft. A since of maturity played well on her features but a slightly kiddish feel was still there, like it was just waiting for the right time to come out and be a child again. She had a slim figure but don't be fooled, she could pin and wrestler down with one hand. She wasn't short like Racetrack was, she was a good five inches taller than him, but that might just be cause she the oldest in the family.
Racetrack stepped onto the floor in front of her and asked; "What'yah need"
Her eyes locked with his. Her face was emotionless.
"I need ta talk you 'bout Cole"
"Can you'se wait till I'm done sellin' foah the day?" He asked. Her eyes scanned the room, everyone was still sound asleep. Kloppman wouldn't wake up the rest of the boys for another thirty minutes.
"Sure but where do I go?" She asked.
"Central Pawks real pretty dis time'a yeah"
"Alright meet me dere when yer done"
'Oh yeah dis is gonna be a fun visit' He thought sarcastically as he pulled on his shirt. He heard Kloppman start yelling 'Carry da banner'. Soon a bunch of sleep deprived newsies came piling into the room to get ready for the new day of selling.
