"Do youse know a Skittery?" I asked the cowboy kid.
"Who wants ta know?" He replied with a smirk on his face.
I really just wanted to know where he was, not answer fifty questions. "Can youse just tell me. I'se really gotta see him." I was begging and yeah I know I would regret it in the future, but I really needed to see him.
His face turned softer and he pointed inside. "Go up the stairs and go into the first room on the right."
"Hey, thanks." I smiled.
Hey everyone I'm back!! Fireworks explode Ok, so the reason I'm so bad with updates is the following, school, homework, the stupid block they put on fan fiction at school, and the fact that in my new house the only way to get Internet is to sit in the garage… I know fun right? But, I figured out a way to at least type at school and it's called Word!! YAY.
Chapter 7?
I started to walk up the stairs with every intention of telling Skittery the plan that I had created. Then the doubts started to pour in like water during a flood and all of a sudden the only thing I could think of what if he thought it was stupid or didn't like me anymore. What even when I had to cut him off, he was going to tell me that he doesn't want to hang out with anymore. I fell backwards and realized after I had hit the ground that I had walked into a wall. How charming, now I would also have a bump the size of California on my head.
"Darn it," I mutterered under my breath and and turned my body to look down the stairs. Amazingly enough the duffel bag was still attached to my arm and my head landed about two feet from the edge of the staircase. Things could have been worse at least. I pulled myself and the , getting heavier by the second, bag off the floor and looked at my surroundings. It was amazing what you could miss when your so bent on getting somewhere. I examined the walls and realized that it wasn't a design. There really were huge patches of wood where they were missing some wallpaper… although I wasn't sure if the wallpaper was better than the wood anyway. I put my hand against the wall and felt the paper only to realize that it was rough and hard at the edges, not like at home. I wasn't really sure of how easy I had it until I first saw the walls in the lodging house. Then I saw the first door on my right and turned in.
"Holy Shit." I replied to the large and filled room. It had everything from bunks to newsies and many dusty and dirty things in between. I was trying not to curse, but it was mighty hard to to when you first saw that room. I started to walk and realized with a shudder that blankets and sheets were crawling with bugs , but the worst was when I saw how they washed their clothes. They literally just hung them on the fire escape… like that would help. I could fix that later though because I had to try and find Skittery. I looked at each newsie ,but most didn't pay attention to me anyway. Boys were all over the place ,but it was strange. No one looked alike, and if that was supposed to make looking for Skittery any easier I was wrong.
"Lithatania? Is dat youse?" I heard this voice before I saw him,but let's just say I felt a small weight lift off of my shoulders at seeing him. Step one of the incredibly evil plan is done.
"Skittery? Skittery!" I ran towards him and smiled happily. He smiled back and I instantly knew that even if my plan didn't work I would at least have a friend, no matter what. I just hoped that this would be enough.
"Tania,whatcha noids? I'se didn't realize ya wanted to come hoire, I'se could've shown youse." He put his hands in his pockets and looked and focused on my heavy bag. "Give me." He gently took the bag from me and put it on closest bunk. His accent seemed to get heavier than it usually was.
"Uh, I'se gotta plan." I took a deep breath and looked at my bare feet. I had forgotten the pain that was quickly turning into a reality. "Damn it!" I was actually quite glad for the pain because it was a most definite relief from having to talk about the stupid plan.
"What?" Skittery saw me examine my feet and shook his head.
"Can I'se sit for a sec?" I pointed to the bunk with my bag and tried to keep hold on my right foot. It was hurt worst than the left. It figures that since I'm right-handed, my right foot has to be the worst off.
"Yeah, can I see?" I sat down and realized with a shock that he didn't have his New York accent anymore. I only knew that I could do it, but then again others had to be able to do it. It was weird, one minute it was thick and the next it wasn't even there.
"Your accent?" I dropped mine, too tired to keep it up and leaned my head on the mattress, which was no doubt filled with straw.
"Who?" He looked up from examining my foot, how romantic. Not that I was interested in him in any way. Nah, of coure not. "Oh, my accent... yeah I forgot to mention that when I met you didn't I?"
"Uh, yeah." I was worried and thrilled at the same... if that's possible. How much easier it would be for him to help me with my plan.
"I'll tell you the story if you want?" He shrugged and hid his face from my view, while seeming more intent on my feet. Either they were really bad or he didn't want to show his emotions.
"Later? I have a plan and I...kinda need your, um help?" It was a question/statement, but I knew he was actually able to understand it; unlike most.
"What's the plan?" He looked up at me and this time his face was covered by a large grin. I knew I could trust him.
"Ok, well." I began, " I have a suit that my brother let me borrow and I need you to try it on." I said shyly and waited.
Hey everyone!! I have a plan, but I don't know how to put it into words... xD
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