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The Delanceys' Sister

"Go away Oscar! Jus' leave me alone!" I screamed at my twin brother.
My life was miserable. I lived with my two brothers, Oscar and Morris, and my Uncle. My brothers were constantly picking on me and beating me up. The one thing that gave me hope was that I was 16 and in just a year and a half I would be able to get out of this hellhole.
"C'mon on Michelle jus' tell me who it was," he barked pinning me against the wall.
He was referring to the newsie who had a thrown tomato at him when he was coming home. I had seen him through the window and I knew who he was but I wasn't about to tell Oscar the guys name. To tell you the truth I thought it was pretty funny.
"Oscar I saw 'im but I don't know who 'e wus," I lied through my teeth.
My brother stared at me hard for a moment before he slapped me. I wasn't expecting it and I screamed involuntarily. He laughed and punched me in my stomach. He was about to punch me again but I was faster and hooked kicked him, bringing him to the floor. Then I ran faster than I had ever run before out of the apartment and down the street. I was so caught up in making sure Oscar wasn't following me that I didn't notice the newsboy until it was too late. I ran straight into him and fell to the ground. As I looked up I realized that the boy I had run into was the same one that had thrown the rotten tomato at Oscar. He was very good looking to say the least, but then all the newsies were good looking.
"Youse okay?" he asked, seeming concerned.
I nodded and took the hand he offered. He helped me stand up and I brushed myself off.
"I'se Kid Blink pleased ta meet ya," he said sticking his hand out to shake.
I was disappointed when he didn't spit in it. "Jus' cawl me Cel," I said grinning as I spit in my hand and shook his.
He looked shocked that a girl would spit-shake but I didn't care. I'd always wanted to try my hand at bein' a newsie and now just might be my chance.
"What wus ya runnin' from? if ya doan mind me askin'?" he asked.
"Me broddah" He looked confused but didn't ask me about it. I was glad he didn't.
"So ya got a place ta stay?" I looked down embarrassed and shook my head.
He smiled and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Dat's great youse cin be a newsie an' stay at da lodgin' house wit us. Dat is, if ya want to 'a' coise."
I grinned, "Yea t'anks. I'se always wanned ta be a newsie."

To Be Continued... If you want.