Chapeter 2 of my twisted tale- I's Kid Blink
My eyes fluttered open. I sat up in shock. A skinny, brown haired, boy was leaning over me.
One of his green eyes was covered by a cloth patch. He looked familiar in one way, I didn't know what tho.
"W, w, where am I?" i muttered gazing into his eye. "You's at de Duane Street lodgin house fer de newsies."
My eyes widened with shock. This couldn't be happening.I must be dreaming. I was at the newsboys lodging house? Then this must be...
"And i's Kid Blink" he added. "BLINK!" I shouted excitedly. Man I love newsie dreams.
He eyed me with caution. "yeah, you's gots a problem wid it?" I shook my head smiling. "no it's just..."
I looked around. This couldn't be real. But it seemed so lifelike...
"What year is it?" I asked. He stared at me strangely. "1899..."
Oh my god. I was in 1899 New York City. how did this happen? The diary...
I moaned. "You's okay?" he asked. "yeah, i's just a long ways from home." I said, picking up the accent.
"Why is ya wearin does, uh, clothes if ya's could call 'im dat." he asked. I looked down and saw my purple tube top and black hiphuggers.
"I, uh, ya see, well..." I studdered. He smiled. "Whateva..."
We looked at each other awkwardly. "I found ya's unda da statue a horace greeley. De doc sayed ya was unconcus"
I laughed. "Unconcious." "whateva...anyway, I's got ta go buy me papes. You's c'n come if ya wants tas"
"Soah!" I said excitedly."Course you'll have tas change yer clothes. My friends goil brought ova some las night when i's brought yas hear, so go change and i'll take yas."
Wow. Selling papes with my favorite newsie. This was to good.
Then I reminded myself. He wasn't any Trey Parker. I was with the real Kid Blink.
Man, this was a Miracle.
mwahaha! short chapter!
My eyes fluttered open. I sat up in shock. A skinny, brown haired, boy was leaning over me.
One of his green eyes was covered by a cloth patch. He looked familiar in one way, I didn't know what tho.
"W, w, where am I?" i muttered gazing into his eye. "You's at de Duane Street lodgin house fer de newsies."
My eyes widened with shock. This couldn't be happening.I must be dreaming. I was at the newsboys lodging house? Then this must be...
"And i's Kid Blink" he added. "BLINK!" I shouted excitedly. Man I love newsie dreams.
He eyed me with caution. "yeah, you's gots a problem wid it?" I shook my head smiling. "no it's just..."
I looked around. This couldn't be real. But it seemed so lifelike...
"What year is it?" I asked. He stared at me strangely. "1899..."
Oh my god. I was in 1899 New York City. how did this happen? The diary...
I moaned. "You's okay?" he asked. "yeah, i's just a long ways from home." I said, picking up the accent.
"Why is ya wearin does, uh, clothes if ya's could call 'im dat." he asked. I looked down and saw my purple tube top and black hiphuggers.
"I, uh, ya see, well..." I studdered. He smiled. "Whateva..."
We looked at each other awkwardly. "I found ya's unda da statue a horace greeley. De doc sayed ya was unconcus"
I laughed. "Unconcious." "whateva...anyway, I's got ta go buy me papes. You's c'n come if ya wants tas"
"Soah!" I said excitedly."Course you'll have tas change yer clothes. My friends goil brought ova some las night when i's brought yas hear, so go change and i'll take yas."
Wow. Selling papes with my favorite newsie. This was to good.
Then I reminded myself. He wasn't any Trey Parker. I was with the real Kid Blink.
Man, this was a Miracle.
mwahaha! short chapter!