Chapter 6- Spot!
"well, did is it! Da Newsboys Lodgin house!" Blink said as we came up to an old, falling apart, building. "Whatd do ya's tink?"
"It's great!" I said, excitedly. Blink pulled open the door and led me into the lobby.
"Kid! I thought you were arrested!" said an old man, from behind the front desk. "Well, I was Kloppman, but..." blink said, a grin breaking out on his face.
"I see... and who's dis?" Kloppman said, gesturing to me. "I'm his friend from da refuge. My name is Rebecca, but you's c'n call me Becca" I said, smiling.
"now let me geuss, you needs a place ta stay and you was wonderin if ya could stay heah, right?" I nodded. "Alrgiht, ya won't hafta pay me until you's finds a job. afta dat it's six cents a day. Blink, go intraduce her to da boys" said kloppman.
Blink grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up the stairs to the bunkroom.
"Hey guys! It's Blink! he's back!" yelled a boy with a cowboy hat and a scarf tied around his neck. All the newsies stopped what they were doing to greet blink. "And kid, who's de lady?" asked an italian boy, deep in a game of poker.
"Dis boys, is me friend Becca" blink said, smiling at me. Then, a tall, skinny, boy poked his head out from behind a stack of cards and stared at me with his beautiful greenish blue eyes. I knew those eyes. "Becca?" he asked. "Spot!" I called as I ran over to him.
"What're you doin in manhattahn?" I asked. "What're you doin in da refuge?" I smiled. There was an awkward scilence. "Uh... spot and I were friends when I was livin in Brooklyn..." "Oh." blink said. "Hey blink, you's wanna join in da game?" asked the italian boy, known as Racetrack.
Blink nodded and sat next to him. With all the newsies back to their games, spot and I went up on the roof.
I sat down by the edge and looked out over the city. "It's so different in manhattahn. i mean, it's different from brooklyn." I said. "yeah," said spot.
"Becca, I neva got a chance ta ask ya dis in brooklyn but, will you's be me goilfriend?" I smiled and nodded. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. For the first time in years, someone loved me again.
"well, did is it! Da Newsboys Lodgin house!" Blink said as we came up to an old, falling apart, building. "Whatd do ya's tink?"
"It's great!" I said, excitedly. Blink pulled open the door and led me into the lobby.
"Kid! I thought you were arrested!" said an old man, from behind the front desk. "Well, I was Kloppman, but..." blink said, a grin breaking out on his face.
"I see... and who's dis?" Kloppman said, gesturing to me. "I'm his friend from da refuge. My name is Rebecca, but you's c'n call me Becca" I said, smiling.
"now let me geuss, you needs a place ta stay and you was wonderin if ya could stay heah, right?" I nodded. "Alrgiht, ya won't hafta pay me until you's finds a job. afta dat it's six cents a day. Blink, go intraduce her to da boys" said kloppman.
Blink grabbed me by the arm and pulled me up the stairs to the bunkroom.
"Hey guys! It's Blink! he's back!" yelled a boy with a cowboy hat and a scarf tied around his neck. All the newsies stopped what they were doing to greet blink. "And kid, who's de lady?" asked an italian boy, deep in a game of poker.
"Dis boys, is me friend Becca" blink said, smiling at me. Then, a tall, skinny, boy poked his head out from behind a stack of cards and stared at me with his beautiful greenish blue eyes. I knew those eyes. "Becca?" he asked. "Spot!" I called as I ran over to him.
"What're you doin in manhattahn?" I asked. "What're you doin in da refuge?" I smiled. There was an awkward scilence. "Uh... spot and I were friends when I was livin in Brooklyn..." "Oh." blink said. "Hey blink, you's wanna join in da game?" asked the italian boy, known as Racetrack.
Blink nodded and sat next to him. With all the newsies back to their games, spot and I went up on the roof.
I sat down by the edge and looked out over the city. "It's so different in manhattahn. i mean, it's different from brooklyn." I said. "yeah," said spot.
"Becca, I neva got a chance ta ask ya dis in brooklyn but, will you's be me goilfriend?" I smiled and nodded. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. For the first time in years, someone loved me again.