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Author's Note: Thanks for reviewing. I'm glad people like my story. And some Newsies will soon be coming into the story and I have no idea how to write their accent so just pretend. Thanks again.
It was mid-fall of 1893 and the sky was the most beautiful midnight blue. I knew where I was going: Brooklyn. My grandfather owned the lodging house over there. I always go there when I need to think or get my mind off something. I usually would stay until Mother or Bryan would come looking for me but this time I would stay away for good. I had been secretly stashing money and had gathered around $50 total. I had a plan on how I was going to survive knowing I would soon need to run. I was ready to make my move.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't realized I had just crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and was at the door to the lodging house. I opened the doo to reveal a young boy sitting by the fire with my grandfather. He was probably my age, ten, and he had the most beautiful eyes. They were the kind that didn't have a certain color but seemed to change. The boy's were either a light shade of gray, almost silver, or the most stunning shade of blue.
"Hey," he said. I realized I had been staring at him. Aghhh! No boys right now. I need to make a living. With that reminder, I went to the room I usually stayed in.
"Is that everything, Aly?" Granddad asked smiling in a sad way. I felt bad about leaving Brooklyn; you guys are probably like 'Why not just stay?', but Bryan would come looking for me. I couldn't risk it.
"I think so. Thanks again. For everything," I replied taking deep breaths. I was going to what they called the Bronx. It wasn't a borough, yet, but it seemed like one to everyone. My cousin was a newsie there so I hoped he would help me.
" Well, you best be going then," Granddad, said shooing me towards the door. I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a big bear hug. We said our good-byes and, lucky enough, neither of us cried.
I left the lodging house and was blinded by the bright sunlight. It was around 9 o'clock so I would probably get to Bronx by 10 o'clock. I looked around to take in every single bit of the place, much in the same manner as I had with my home, when I saw him.