I'm so so sorry that this is so so very late. Please don't kill me; I'll update more I promise.
Ch. 2 Meet the boys.
I stepped through the window and into the silence. Which was awkward, it was an awkward silence. And the silence stayed like that for about five minutes until a newsie with a crutch said "so uh… who iz you'se?" with a sassy tone of voice.
"Boys dis iz Puma, our newest newsie. Play nice ya heah?" jack said to the group. They nodded and jack smiled at me. "Intraduce ya selves boys." Jack commanded his boys.
"Heya, I'm Crutchie." The sassy one said with a smile.
"Racetrack Higgins, or Race, at ya servioce." The shot one with a cigar said smirking.
"Kid Blink, Kid or Blink. Take ya pick Sugah." A boy with an eye patch said with a suggestive eyebrow roll.
"Skittery." A tall blonde with a pink shirt said.
"Mush, how ya doin'" a cute tan boy said, grabbing his suspenders which were over his bare chest.
"Hey, nice ta meet ya'll." I said. They were stunned by my 'accent' from the south. After a second they continued talking and I walked up to Crutchie. We exchanged smiles and the other boys who had introduced themselves walked up to us.
"So are you from the south?" Race asked.
"How'd ya meet jack?"
"What's up with ya newsie name?"
And then I lost track of all the questions. I laughed and quieted them. "Yes, I'm from da south. I met jack by literally running into him. The cops were chasin me and I rammed into him. Then he saw me get away from the copper Puma style so that's where my name came from." I answered the questions I could.
Then Crutchie said "what's PUMAH STYLE?" and I sighed.
"Well, I had been cornered in an alley way and escaped by climbing a fire escape that was about five feet above my head. Then I ran across the roof tops to lose the cop. So that's puma style." I replied. Skittery had a ponderous look on his face.
"So you'se an acrobat? Lame." He said after a few seconds. I marched up to him and, ignoring the hight difference, grabbed his ear and pulled him down to my level.
"Excuse. You. Sweetheart. When you can cross rooftops and tight ropes or wires without falling then you may talk. Until then" I slapped his cheek lightly, "ya shut ya face." And then I turned around and went back out the window without saying another word. I ran across the f=roofs to the bridge I had seen earlier and sat down on a wire. Then someone coughed.
"Um you'se knows you'se in Brooklyn now right? Are you new or something? Whatever, I'm Spot. You?" they said.
"Apparently I'm Puma, nice ta meet ya spot."
A/N: yeahhhh…. Sorry this is so late…. But it's up now so REJOICE. Anyway I will try to update more often, I was just really lazy. Have a nice day!