Spot Conlons walked along the rail of the Brooklyn Bridge. 'Boy was Race stupid, I've done all dis before, he's out of a nickel' he thought going confidently. Then he felt the rail leave his feet and his face was looking at the ground below. Now all that he thought was, 'dis is it, I'm dead.' The stone was getting closer and Spot shut his eyes, expecting impact with hard coarse cement, but instead he felt soft cool grass.
"Guys randomly falling out of the sky," a voice said. "Only in America." He opened his eyes and sat up. To his left was a tan building and to his left was an open field with red lines going around it. In front of him was a red haired girl.
"Where'm I?" he asked.
"SAHS track," the girl said.
"Who's you?" Spot stood up and brushed the little dirt off his shoulders.
"Kristan. Wow, you look just like Gabriel Damon did in Newsies," she said smiling.
"I doesn't know who dat is, but me name is Spot, Spot Conlon."
Kristan inhaled sharply and coughed.
"Thank you God. I am even more in your debt then before," she looked towards the sky. Then a voice was heard from a small upgrade near the building. "Uh-oh, Rif." Just after Kristan said this a tall brown haired girl came running up to them.
"Hey Kristan, who's the weirdo?" the girl asked.
"I'se resent dat remark," Spot retorted putting a hand on his black cane.
"Shut up Amanda, this is Spot Conlon. He's an actor, that's why he's dressed different," Kristan said putting a hand on Spot's. He let it fall to his side, but he kept glaring at the girl called Amanda.
"Oh, he does look familiar," Amanda muttered.
"Come on, we need to hide you for a few hours," Kristan whispered, pushing him towards a forested area. "Stay here." She left him alone.
'Thank God she's gone I need to think. How did I get here, well for that matter, where exactly is here? SAHS track, sounds like someplace out west.' He sat there thinking for a while before the girl returned, but this time she had food. He didn't realize until now that he was so hungry.
"Here," she handed him half of a sandwich and he bit down hard.
"What's this?" he asked, the smooth yet crunchy taste sinking into his taste buds.
"Peanut butter." Just then two bodies fell onto Kristan and all three yelled.
"What da hell!" the Italian name Racetrack cried, rolling off of Kristan.
"Where we at?" the blond Kid-Blink asked.
"Oh great! Two more that I have to take care of!" Kristan huffed. Then she stopped. Spot followed her brown eyes and saw that they were looking his silver key. She crawled towards him and lightly touched it, but Spot grabbed her wrist and put a chokehold on it.
"Never touch that again!" he cried. Kristan just smirked and shook her head. 'What's wrong wit her? The goil didn't even flinch.' He thought surprisingly.
"Your on SAHS track and please don't fall on me anymore," she said turning to face the new arrivees. "Now if the movie was right, you're Racetrack and your Kid-Blink." She pointed to the boy now smoking a cigar first and then the boy with the eye patch.
"At your sorvice ma'm," Racetrack tipped his hat at her.
"I like this kid." Kristan smiled and put an arm around his shoulders. Blink seemed a bit nervous so Kristan gave him a warm smile. "Ok, so how did you all get here?"
"Well, I was doin' a dares for dem," Spot began.
"And then you fell," Kristan finished.
"I can speaks for meself!" Spot muttered angrily. Kristan rolled her eyes and said:
"And you guys?"
"Well we was lookin' ova da bridge and we was pushed," Race answered.
"By da Delancys," Blink added.
"Well, come on, I'll take you to my house. Maybe we can get you some clothes from someone." They emerged from the wood and continued down the upgrade and around the tan building.
"What is this place?" Blink asked as they approached a steep hill.
"SAHS," Kristan replied. The boys looked quizzically at her. "My school."
"Oh," they said in unison. The group continued down the hill and several people walked by and stared at the three young boys.
"What's wrong wit dem?" Race asked.
"You're in 1899 wear and it's 2003," Kristan answered as if it were no big deal. The boys' eyes widened. "Yea, 2003. Well, I need to find you clothes. With your skinny kind of shortness Spot we should visit," she thought for a second, "not Dave, he's too short, not Alex he's too tall," she trailed of still in thought.
"I'se ain't short!" Spot argued.
"What abou' us?" Race asked.
"Your easy, we'll go to Brandon for Race and you,' she looked at Blink, "we'll go to Alex." They came to a place called Kessling's and crossed the busy roadway until they came to a red brick house far up the street. Kristan knocked and a blond haired boy answered the door.
"What do you want steel?" he asked.
"We need some of your clothes," she replied.
"Why?" he yawned.
"Because, my friend's clothed burned up in a fire and all he has is his acting clothes and he needs some new ones but he doesn't have any money…"
"Stop! OK! Take some, my rooms up the stairs on the right."
"Thanks!" Alex opened the door and Kristan pulled Blink in and told the others to stay where they were.
"Who does she tink she is?" Spot asked rhetorically, sitting on the curb of the street.
"Well, she seems aight wit me," Race put in finishing his cigar. He was just about to light up again when it was taken from his mouth. "Whats you tinkin'?"
"I'm thinking I'm not gonna let you die an early death!" Kristan said. Blink was next to her now wearing a pair of baggy denim shorts and a black tee shirt. He was also carrying a bag.
"Extra clothes," he told them.
"Come on, we're going to this guy I know named Brandon." Kristan led them a few streets over and knocked on another door. This time a stocky black haired boy answered.
"What are you doin' here?" he asked groggily.
"How late do you people wake up? Anyways, we need some clothes for my friend Race here, what cha got?"
"Come on." They disappeared into the house. Spot took a spot (a/n no pun intended) on the curb and Blink sat next to him.
"Wat you guys do in dat haus?" he asked.
"I sat on dis comfy bed and she found some clothes fo' me and told me to put dem on and den she told me it wos perfect and we took 'em," Blink said rummaging through the bag. A few minutes later Race and Kristan came out of the house.
"Hey thanks for the poker tips," Brandon said.
"No problem, jus keep da card up your sleeve and you'll win all da time," Race smiled, arranging his new found baggy black pants.
"Come on guys, let's go," Kristan said dragging Race away by his new long sleeve red shirt.
"Now, what's I gonna wear?" Spot questioned.
"You're the problem, cause I don't want to go over Cory's cause he's really fine and I highly wouldn't be able to control myself in his room with him, even if your there, heck I might take you in with me. Sadly, we have no choice," she mumbled leading them to another house down the street.
"No, he's not taking any of my clothes!" the boy named Cory rejected them.
"Yes he is, he needs some and he's trained with a slingshot and a very hurtful cane and I will sic him on you!" Kristan argued. The boy shook his head and opened the door. Spot and Kristan were led down a hall and into a room full of mess. "Wow, it's just as bad as mine."
Cory rummaged through his closet and threw some rather ratty clothes at them. He pointed to a door.
"That's a bathroom, try them on." Spot put on the sleeveless white shirt and the torn khaki pants. He came back into the room and Kristan's eyes lit up.
"You are a lifesaver, thank you so much!" She hugged the boy so hard that they fell on his bed. "Sorry!" She pushed Spot out of the house. "Now we're going home."
