Chapter 3- One eye
just to tell you, this isn't just a Blink story, ok? so read on.
"Alright ladies, sit up! You've got to learn proper posture if your ever going to make anything out of your lives!" Mrs. Snippet said, eyeing the girls evily.
I yawned and slumped in my chair. Boring. "Rebecca, what are you doing? Sit straight!" Mrs. snippet cried. "Oh go shove yer face up a donkey's a..." I began but I was interupted by the door opening.
"Mrs. Snippet, I need to see Loraine Mittson and Rebecca Patterson for reflections" said a short, fat, ugly man that I had only seen on several occasions.
Loraine and I stood up and followed him out the door."Great. Reflections. Just what I had been waiting for," I thought as I rolled my eyes.
After what seemed forever we entered a tiny room on the third floor. As I sat down I looked around at the faces of the other new Refugees, like myself.
There was another girl that i had seen before in the cafeteria, there was a small, pale boy that I had seen sleeping on the streets, and there was a Boy about, 18 or 19 I geussed, who had an Eyepatch over one eye.
I looked him up and down, trying to geuss what he was in here for. As I looked back up at his face, Our eyes, or eye for him, met.
"Alright children, I bet you're wondering what you're here for. Well, you are all here for the same reason. You made a mistake in your life." a man began. His voice was to calm for me to like.
"Now, I want you all to take turns and tell us your preferred name, age, and what you did to ruin your life." he said.
Loraine sat up straight and beamed proudly. "My name is Lori and I am 14 years old. I was in the market one day and I just happened to take some tomatoes from the fruit stand." she said, as if she was innocent.
I rolled my eyes and the eyepatched boy and I shared a silent laugh. "The judge thought that I was actually stealing so he sent me here." she said, snoddily.
She looked over at me. Goody. my turn. "Me name is Rebecca but me friends call me Becca. At least dey woulds if Is had any friends, anyways. I am 17 yeahs old and I's stole twenty dollahs from de Maya's Wife." I said.
The small boy's eyes widened at the amount of money. "Unfortunately, de cops got me so now i join de rest of you in dis Ratt hole.' "Uh, thank you Becca..." the man said, uncertainly. "Next"
It was the one eyed boys turn. "I's Kid Blink and i's 19 yeahs old. I is a newsie and one days, I wasn sellin to good and I needed money so i's stoles some off dis rich guy" Blink said.
"alright, looks like we have Pick pockets today, now young man, go on."
Finnally, after the little boy poured out his whole life story for us we were free to go. As I got up to leave, Blink stopped me. "Hey, becca. Ya know hows we gets free time every friday?" he said. I nodded.
"Well, do yas tink yous could meet me at de libarry den?" "I's gunna try!"I said, excitedly. He smiled with releif. "alright kids, get a move on!" the man said, pushing us out the door.
August 23, 1900
Wow. I actually met someone who wanted to get out of here as much as me today, diary! Lucky for me this someone also happened to be a newsie.
Maybe he knows My friend!-becca
just to tell you, this isn't just a Blink story, ok? so read on.
"Alright ladies, sit up! You've got to learn proper posture if your ever going to make anything out of your lives!" Mrs. Snippet said, eyeing the girls evily.
I yawned and slumped in my chair. Boring. "Rebecca, what are you doing? Sit straight!" Mrs. snippet cried. "Oh go shove yer face up a donkey's a..." I began but I was interupted by the door opening.
"Mrs. Snippet, I need to see Loraine Mittson and Rebecca Patterson for reflections" said a short, fat, ugly man that I had only seen on several occasions.
Loraine and I stood up and followed him out the door."Great. Reflections. Just what I had been waiting for," I thought as I rolled my eyes.
After what seemed forever we entered a tiny room on the third floor. As I sat down I looked around at the faces of the other new Refugees, like myself.
There was another girl that i had seen before in the cafeteria, there was a small, pale boy that I had seen sleeping on the streets, and there was a Boy about, 18 or 19 I geussed, who had an Eyepatch over one eye.
I looked him up and down, trying to geuss what he was in here for. As I looked back up at his face, Our eyes, or eye for him, met.
"Alright children, I bet you're wondering what you're here for. Well, you are all here for the same reason. You made a mistake in your life." a man began. His voice was to calm for me to like.
"Now, I want you all to take turns and tell us your preferred name, age, and what you did to ruin your life." he said.
Loraine sat up straight and beamed proudly. "My name is Lori and I am 14 years old. I was in the market one day and I just happened to take some tomatoes from the fruit stand." she said, as if she was innocent.
I rolled my eyes and the eyepatched boy and I shared a silent laugh. "The judge thought that I was actually stealing so he sent me here." she said, snoddily.
She looked over at me. Goody. my turn. "Me name is Rebecca but me friends call me Becca. At least dey woulds if Is had any friends, anyways. I am 17 yeahs old and I's stole twenty dollahs from de Maya's Wife." I said.
The small boy's eyes widened at the amount of money. "Unfortunately, de cops got me so now i join de rest of you in dis Ratt hole.' "Uh, thank you Becca..." the man said, uncertainly. "Next"
It was the one eyed boys turn. "I's Kid Blink and i's 19 yeahs old. I is a newsie and one days, I wasn sellin to good and I needed money so i's stoles some off dis rich guy" Blink said.
"alright, looks like we have Pick pockets today, now young man, go on."
Finnally, after the little boy poured out his whole life story for us we were free to go. As I got up to leave, Blink stopped me. "Hey, becca. Ya know hows we gets free time every friday?" he said. I nodded.
"Well, do yas tink yous could meet me at de libarry den?" "I's gunna try!"I said, excitedly. He smiled with releif. "alright kids, get a move on!" the man said, pushing us out the door.
August 23, 1900
Wow. I actually met someone who wanted to get out of here as much as me today, diary! Lucky for me this someone also happened to be a newsie.
Maybe he knows My friend!-becca