CHAPTER TWO!
Author's Note:
It's been about a week since Slingshot moved in with the Brooklyn Newsies and met Spot. Nothing's happened except a few laughs & selling papes, plus getting to know each other a little.
By the way, if any of you have newsie names you want me to use, I will in later chapters, because I need more newsie names for the Brooklyn Newsies, since the only newsie in Brooklyn you know is Spot.
The roof was my private place to sit and think. No one ever came up here; only me. I'd crawl up there at midnight and just think about things. And here I was again. The midnight air was crisp and cold, but in my thin little shirt it felt comfortable, somehow. I liked having my hair blown around in loose little pieces by the wind, it just felt, well, comfortable.
"Use that bust adjusting bra, Kiera, no men like a flat woman…" I laughed at my mother's last words to me; had she known she'd never see me again, she might've said something a little more, motherly. But not "Don't Go," because that's just not how my mother was. But she used to be.
Before my father had died, we were the happiest family in the world. We used to laugh at the people that wore big, furry coats and carried lace umbrellas on sunny days. At night, we always sat together on our roof, high up in the sky, and that's what I did now. I pretended my father was with me, hugging me, and I felt comfortable again.
"Look at us," I said, smiling as I held up a picture of my family, "such a big, happy, family."
"Slingshot, you comin' down from there? You'se been up there all night! Don't be angry at me if you'se gets turned into an icicle-thing."
I laughed. "Be right down, Spot!" I yelled into the doorway. I walked over to my little spot on the roof, and smiled as I looked up at the brightest star in the sky. "See Daddy, I'se got someone like you takin' care of me now. Good Night, I love you." I tucked the picture in a little place where no one would ever find it, and closed the door to the roof behind me.
____- The Next Day -____
"A'right, a'right, settle down. Today's me birthday," Spot said. "As ya know, I have to choose five of ya, and ya all have to give me something that I want, but for no money. So hea' goes: Spits, I'm takin' ya marbles for my slingshot. Four-eyes, I'se takin' ya sellin' spot. Dusty and Switchblade I'se is takin' both of your hair gels even tho' I don't need em, and Slingshot…I'm goin' up to the roof wit ya tonight and you'se have to tell me what you'se think about up there."
"Fine," I said.
But little did I know, it wasn't going to be a few questions here and there.
Spot's a damn interrogator.
*Interrogator= to examine by questioning formally or officially.
(most people know that word, but I just put it in there for those of you who don't.)
**Sorry for the short chapter, but the next chapter's going to be a lot bigger. I didn't want to start Chapter 3 (which is the rooftop w/ spot) because there's going to be a lot that happens. Except Chapter 3 out within a week, most likely less than a full week. R&R!