21st century

Name: Amber Bennet

Age: 16

Looks: Reddish brown shoulder length hair, mismatched eyes one blue one green, skinny, pale and gangly.

In the year 1899

Name: cannon

Age:16

Looks: (Victoria justice)

The wind howled around my shivering body it was near august but the air was getting cool for autumn already. I was bringing in boxes from the trailer me and my mom rented for us to move here to NYC Brooklyn to be precise. I hastily blew pieces of my reddish brown hair from my face my mismatched eyes getting irritated by the one stray piece that wouldn't move from my line of vision. "gosh darnit!" I muttered loudly hearing my feet smack against the ground as I tried to maneuver the box up the steps without me falling over.

I somehow miraculously made it up the steps without falling backwards and set the heavy box down in the; to be living room. I sighed and looked around gnawing my lower lip it was a bad habit of mine which I doubt would ever change about me. I went back out for a couple more boxes and stumbled up the stairs again and set the boxes down in the same room.

"AMBER ROSE MARIE BENNET! GET IN HERE!" my mom yelled impatiently I had put the unpacking off for too long. I sighed and shook my head ignoring her annoyed as all hell with this moving thing I didn't want to move from the farm to the big city…I loved it there and if dad hadn't cheated on mom with some leggy blonde I wouldn't be here either…my brothers moved with my dad at his order and I left with my mom. The reason I got out of it was that I looked too much like her to stay with dad since he apparently felt 'guilty' about what he did.

"well she wont know…that I don't want to do it just that I am working on something else" I muttered evilly and laughed an evil laugh and went to my room unpacking my books onto the bookshelf and stepped on a squeaky floorboard.

I looked around a little and did a little step back and heard it squeak again I raised an eyebrow and looked around my one green and one blue eye scanned the area and I looked for something to pry it up I noticed a rod type thing and grabbed it. I felt my eyes widen in curiosity as to whats under the floorboard. I sighed a bit and started to pry it up my muscles twitching from the use and the board creaking in protest about what I was doing with it. I slid to the other side doing the same thing and the same groan of protest then a crack and I kept trying to tempt it to come up. Finally after what seemed like forever the board flew up and I got up turning my cell phones light on and looked in the new hole in my floor and raised an eyebrow.

"what the hell?" I muttered quietly I mean what the hell is that?...a journal and a box?...i pulled the box out and blew the dust off and coughed I saw the lights flicker and I felt my heart pound in nervousness and excitement. I looked back at the box and it looked like it needed a key I smirked and pulled my lock picks out of my pocket and started to work on it.

After about five minutes I opened the box with a resounding click I opened the top happily and the lights went out I looked around and put the light back on my phone and looked in the box…I see a key…a journal…and a hat. I raised an eyebrow the hat was a cabby cap and it was old…possibly from the turn of the century. I raised my eyebrow and put it back in and touched the key it was rusty…and old and the chord looked worn from being worn so much and I couldn't help but wonder where it went to..I picked up the box and stood up slowly and used the cellphones light to show me where to go I set it on my dresser nicely and ran my fingers against the rusted key the ridges tickling the tips of my fingers.

"AMBER BENNET!" my mom roared I jumped from my trance like state and felt my heart pounding loudly in my chest and looked around wildly and I took a deep breath the lights were back on after I reopened them and was confused. I looked back at the key and the box heading downstairs slowly.

"whats up?" I asked innocently but felt a presence watching me I looked around warily and looked back at her my mismatched eyes looking very innocent she sighed a bit looking at me amused.

"I made some mac and cheese..want any?" she asked warily I smiled at her excitedly and nodded and thought for a minute…the journal..

"yes can I please eat up in my room while I unpack…please!" I begged she nodded at me and I took the big bowl of food a and headed upstairs taking them two at a time. I finally made it to my room unhurt and set it all down on my dresser and moved my desk to the far wall and opened my window. I saw the fire escape and grabbed the journal I grabbed a pack of smokes I had swiped form my dad before leaving and grabbed his lighter too. I smirked knowing how bad I was being at 16 but didn't care too much about it. I lit a Newport and sank back reading the interesting journal of one Spot Conlon. I looked at the hat on the table and slipped it on my head grinning cheekily I looked good from looking in the mirror my hair shinning under the grey cap and stopping just below my chest in layers and curls. I did a pose with my smoke in my mouth and shook my head amused at my own antics and sank down to read the journal I found.

'property of Spot Conlon The Most INfamouse Newsie of New York! King of the Brooklyn Newsies'

I snorted and shook my head what an arrogant pig! I shivered as a breeze hit me and made some of my ashes from my smoke hit my shirt. I quickly brushed them off and pushed a stray piece of hair from my face in annoyance.

'today wasn't very exciting mostly dealing wit da goil issues if dey could come to live at da lodgin house or not and become true born newsies..i honestly don't think it's a good idea but when my second in command Ace told me the good things about girls movin in like housework and dealin with da young newsies I decided to cave and give a trial run'

That was in July 1899 and I couldn't help but sigh at how chauvinistic this boy was…what a pig!

I internally rolled my eyes saw something about birds…and realized they were spies for him. "hes like a born gangster or mafia leader or something" I muttered looking through it I inhaled and almost choked when I heard a voice behind me.

"pretty much.." I turned seeing a boy…floating behind me like some sort of specter I poked the thing and my hand went through him. He was around my age with blondish hair and eerie blue eyes, wearing suspenders, black pants, a worn button up and a key around his neck. He is also wearing a cabby cap that was pretty worn as well with a gold tip cane hanging from his hip.

I was irritated and I took another puff from my cigarette and flicked ash off the end and looked at him levelly. "Interesting…very interesting..Let me guess your spot conlon from the journal the apparent 'mobster'" I said making air quotes I am wondering how easy it would be to piss him off which would greatly amuse me.

"yeah I am..your scrawny and seem to be weak but youll have ta do for dis I have honestly dealt with weirder people who found the key, cap, and journal…listen dollface…Ise need yer help wid sumtin…" he said looking at me I raised an eyebrow and looked at him annoyed. What could I possibly do to help HIM of all people..or would it be ghosts? Ill have to ponder that later.

"what is it?" I asked curiously letting my eyes roam over his lean form and took another drag on my cancer stick my mom liked to call them.

"well..ise need ya to go to the past…and help me to well…keep dis dame safe…from another leadeh…" he said scratching his cheek I kept my eyes on his face curiously and I flicked my finished cigarette over the railing blowing out the grayish white smoke.

"what exactly is the year, how would I get there, and what types of clothes do I need along with what exactly happened" I said staring at him he looked at me weird and tipped his head to the side.

"1899 around September and I need you ta 'elp guide me in da right direction ta keepin me goil at da time Silver from going with the Bronx leadeh Sunshine he is kinda loony and crazy and absolutely lost his mind." He said staring right at me "she left me for him I think it was because of how I acted around her when other dames went around me.." he said looking kind of sheepish but still stern "sunshine is not to be messed with goily..he has killed many people from what I remember and he always got away with it he is just sick and he smiles while he fights and cuts people up as he tortures them for information." He looked at me levelly as my face paled in understanding.

"really? Why me!" I wonder aloud and I did kinda whine a bit I mean going to the past living on the streets…without my cell phone…ipod…washing on a regular basis…ugh! Food most definitely..speaking of which…my MAC AND CHEESE! I jumped up and went to the window and grabbed the bowl and sat back down with my mt. dew in my lap.

"because dollface you found everything and read my journal…even picked the lock on the box..your good kid ise need ya help!" he begged I looked at him and sighed a bit looking around I mean I don't naturally fit in here…I do have useless talents and skills my mom only has me for the child support check and some company…I looked at my mac and cheese and scarfed it down fast and looked at him narrowing my eyes in thought.

"alright fine.." I said looking at him and he grinned roguishly and evilly I think the other words I would use would be..he told me everything I had to know about that time and how to get in good and when I asked about clothes he grinned pointing to the bottom of my closet. It was dark now and the lights were coming on in the streets slowly and I looked out shocked at the time it was almost bedtime for my mom I already know her schedule drink alcohol and go to bed after crying and throwing things around I walked over and locked the door to my room knowing how she forgets that I am her daughter.

"what did youse do that for?" spot asked and I looked over at him and cringed a bit my face scrunching up in a grimace.

"my moms getting drunk and she uses me as an escape and put her frustrations out on me…so I lock the door.." I said softly he looked at me with a soft look on his face and sighed "how will I get home..?" I asked him and he looked at me.

"if you succeed my ghost will be able to take you back before I move on…and that's only if you want to come home…I think youll like it in 1899…" he said smiling at me I nodded and he touched my forehead and I felt the tingly start in my head and move down my body till it hit my toes it felt like my body was slowly going away and everything disappeared around me I felt my body swirling and I saw my clothes have changed and I bit my lip nervously my hair darkened to a chestnut brown and my skin is still pale. I felt weird like my whole body was changing its like I had to change for the past so I wouldn't be noticed in the future…I wish spot told me about this beforehand.

I hit the ground hard and my body was tingling all over I groaned and my body ached I sat up holding my head and looked at my hair it was slighlty curled and chestnut hitting my chest. I stood up and looked at my black pants, black suspenders, and a white wife beater with a green plaid button up. I sighed a bit and looked at my new shoes and felt weird in them unlike my skater shoes at home. I walked out of the alleyway and saw it was dark out.

I went past a lamppost and looked in a shops window…my features changed and my lips are fuller and my eyes an enchanting green my skin sunkissed and my body a tad bit skinnier and more athletically toned I looked amazing my chest hasn't changed though which I was glad for..i hated huge chests and I didn't want to bring too much attention to myself. My hair fell over my chest straight and very brown and my bangs are to the right of my face.

"wow.." I whispered my voice was different too and I gulped I don't know if ill get used to this…I put my hand to where the key should be and found it gone…damnit…I sighed and looked down and walked the streets of NYC wondering where I was.

I noticed a man with a black gangster type hat and I walked over and I think he is what spot would call a gangster or a scabber. "howdy pretty lady…" he said tauntingly and I raised an eyebrow at him not amused.

"excuse me sir…do you have any idea about where I would be.." I asked carefully and he looked at me really amused and moved so he was edging me back into the alleyway.

"Brooklyn sweetheart" he said looking me up and down and licking his lips…he reeked of alcohol. I moved back as much as I can and sighed a bit I suck at fighting and I am clumsy….great. I hit the wall and looked right and left trying to figure out what to do. "you could always keep me company…" he said licking his lips.

"ummm how about no.." I said looking at him and he looked at me with a smirk with yellow teeth. I dodged his arms and was turned around. He went for me and I kicked my leg up and hit him in the chin knocking him back. He glared and charged I slid under his legs and breathed heavily adrenaline making me shake a bit. 'of course my first night in 1899 would get me in trouble…thanks spot' I thought annoyed.