Chapter 4
The next day Mouser left a little later for the center. She questioned if she should go back but she needed the money.
Taking a deep breath she walked thro the gates. Trying desperately not to draw to much attention to herself. The brown haired girl made it to the end of the line ignoring stares from boys who looked like they'd never seen a female before.
When it was her turn she kept her head down, ordered twenty papers and didn't get hassled. So far so good, She thought, Now if I can just make it to the gate I can-.
"Excuse me miss but I saw you drop this," a timid voice sounded.
Mouser turned around and there was a small boy about nine or ten looking up at her. In his hand was a hair tie. A quick look at the end of her braid confirmed the tie was hers.
"Uh yah thanks." She stammered.
"My names Les, what's yours?" Les asked. His hair was dark and his dark innocent eyes were looking up at her expectantly.
"Mouser," She answered slowly. He may be little but the others could jump her at any time. She'd better get gone.
"You're the one who socked cowboy yesterday!" He exclaimed "No ones ever done that. You know, David says fighting's not the way to solve problems-."
Despite her best efforts, Mouser found herself smiling a bit. Boy can he sure run his mouth! She thought as Les rambled on about, the newsies and his brother, the Delaney's, and something about a mean old weasel.
She had a felling this was going to take awhile so she sat down; Les followed her lead started talking again. She listened and learned a lot.
"Where do you live Mouser?" The sudden question knocked her off guard for a minute
"Uh, why, New York City of course," She replied carefully, "listen Les it was real nice meeting to you but I got to go, I'll see you around?"
"Yah see ya, bye!" he was smiling ear to ear, and so was Mouser.
Short sweet fluff. Just a filler I know but it is important trust me.
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