Well I changed it a leeetle bit... next chapter I promise will be out by if not before sunday!
oh and every chapter I'm gonna list a song that I think totally sets the mood. I listen to all kinds of differnt music so it will different each time... If you do have any suggestions on a certain genre suggest away!!
chapter one: My Kind Of Town By: Frank Sinatra (listen to this first)
and the theme from New York, New York By: Frank Sinatra (then this)
"Stupid trunk. I swear to God if you drop one more time..." I said scowling down at my hunk of a bag. It had taken three days to get to new york and I was definitely ready to get off the god-for-saken train. Once the train reached the platform I hopped off and looked around.
"Hah," I laughed to myslef, "And people think this is better than Chicago. Yeah right." With one final tugg I picked up my bag and was off.
"Hey there missy. Looks like you need sum 'elp there. Me an' muh frien's would love to 'elp"
'Just great' i thought 'Three steps out into the streets and some drunk has already confronted me. It's gonna be a long day.'
"Well i would be much obliged sir, but you see my fiance is waiting for me at our lovely abode so I must be off." The man shrugged and was on his way stuttering through the rugged crowd.
"That was easy." I muttered under my breath as I atempted pushing through the crowd of hundreds.
Two hours, and a sore arm, later I was still midlessly walking about and with nowhere to stay. Just as I thought I had run out of luck, a group of boys, all mostly around my age, stepped out of a resturaunt named Tibbys. They seemed to be dressed just like all of the newsies that I would hang out with back at home so I tried out my luck and waited for them to walk by. They soon walked right up to where I was standing and most of them tipped their hats. This was my one chance.
"'Scuse me boys but I'ma little lost and new to the area, you wouldn't know a place that I could stay do you?" I looked up making my face look innocent as a child's.
A rather cute one, with a red bandana who looked like the leader, stood up to the front of the crowd of hormone crazed boys.
"All depends whose ask'in." He said in a flirtatios tone.
"Jus' a girl with no place to stay." I answered back hoping to sound as helpless as possible. It usually made guys want to help even more.
"Well... I dunno. I'll hafta ask da boys." Turning around, the leader said to the group, "So boys, whada yeah think? Should we let dis angel stay wid us?"
A chorus of "yes" and "of course" rang out and I gave them all a big toothy grin.
'I really do know how to control everybody. Liam was right.' I thought as I walked away with the group of boys surrounding me asking me questions about everything imaginable.
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"So's wait. You'se hada hoise?" The boy Race asked me. Of course I had never owned a horse. But these people know nothing of my past. Why not stretch the truth a bit. They did it everyday to hundreds. I was only doing it to ten. So i guess their crime was worse... Right
'wrong.'
'oh shut up.' I told the otherside of my brain, the logical side.
By the time we got back to what looked like the home for all the newsboys I was exausted from all of the walking and from carrying my bag. The boys, being the gentlemen that they were, offered to carry it but after the third time of me answering no I think they got the hint and let me carry the big burden that it was.
"So where 'zactly will I be sleepin'?" I asked in a concerned tone.
"Well, at da moment bein', da only bed open is Spots. but he don't live here so I'm suah he won't mind." I thought about what Jack had just said. A guy that doesn't even live with them has his own bed and yet there's newsies sleepin' out on the streets everynight because there's not enough room. Yeah, totally made sence. I didn't even know this Spot guy, but I could already tell that he had an attitude of a bitch.
"So where does Spotty live if he don't live here?" I asked not helping but be nosey.
"Oh Spot lives in Brooklyn, but he makes sahprise visets alot so we like ta keep a bunk open." Jack explained easily as if it were common knoledge.
"Got it, so will he get mad that I took his, 'cause I mean I can take the floor..."
"He's mean. But he ain't that mean." Jack said cutting me off. All I could picture while I was putting my stuff under my new bunk was some huge man, over 6 feet tall, towering over me in the dead of night. I huredly changed in the tiny washroom and dove under my covers. It was dark out by now and most of the boys were in bed trying to sleep if not already asleep. The bed was not as comfy as I thought it would be, but it was deffinatly better than the one that I had back in Chicago.
I sighed. If Liam could see me now. I wonder what he would think of Dad or of me. Sleeping in a room full of guys not even considering any of them. Boy would he be proud. I missed him so much. But for now all I could do was sleep off the hurt and start a new day in a new city tomorrow.
Thanks to perpetuallove you're like wicked amazing and your pretty much the reason this story is up!!
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