Author's Note: I don't like writing in a New Yawk accent…it annoys me and
it reminds me of the lisp this girl from the camp I worked at this
summer…it was a very scarring experience…anyway…just imagine that they have
accents.
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Chapter One
"Come on, Dodger, let's go!" Smarts demanded. Dodger was once again taking forever to wake up. "We need to get out there and find someone! Our money ran out yesterday and we need to eat tonight!"
"I'm coming. I'm coming. You worry too much, Smarts. I'll get us some money, I always do," she said. Finally Dodger was ready to go and the two children headed out to find the perfect victim.
The two children made an odd pair. Smarts was fastidiously clean, even though they lived on the street. He had straight blond hair and green eyes. He was very straight laced and somber. Dodger on the other hand was best described as impish. She had a dimpled face and brown hair and eyes. She was always had a smile on her face and a trick to play. The two children balanced each other perfectly.
"Let's go get some breakfast from the nuns," Smarts suggested.
"Ah, I can get us better food than that," Dodger protested.
"You know you can't steal from the fruit stands. The last time you tried you nearly got thrown in the Refuge. You better just stick to people's pockets and stay away from the vendors," Smarts suggested. They walked on in silence trudging toward the nun's regular spot for handing out food. They were later than usual because of Dodger's reluctance to get out of bed and there was a crowd already there.
They tried to squeeze between people in order to make sure they got their share of food. Just as Dodger was getting close to the front, a hand on her shirt stopped her.
"Wait your turn, shrimp," a voice ordered. She looked up to see that the hand belonged to a boy only a few years older than her and not more than a few inches taller.
"Who're you calling shrimp, short stuff?" she asked, indignantly. "You ain't that much bigger than me."
"Well, I am bigger and I say wait your turn," he said rudely.
"Hey, leave her alone," Smarts commanded.
"What's it to you?" the boy asked. "She your girl?"
"Hey, Snipeshooter, quit picking on those kids," another boy commanded. This boy was several years older than the first and obviously knew him.
"But, Race, they were trying to cut in line," Snipeshooter complained.
"So what, there's enough food for everyone," Race commented. "Leave 'em alone."
Reluctantly Snipeshooter released Dodger's shirt. Dodger stuck her tongue out at him and raced off. She and Smarts reached the head of the line and accepted bread from the nuns with a smile and thanked them. They walked over to an alley to eat their meager breakfast.
"Hey, Smarts, look what I got," Dodger said holding out her hand. Resting on her palm were five pennies.
"Where did you get that?" Smarts asked.
"That newsie that stopped me awhile ago," she answered with a smirk.
"How do you know he was a newsie?"
"Cause of this," she said, pointing to the inky smudge on her shoulder.
"You know you're not supposed to steal from people who can't afford it," Smarts said sternly. "We only steal from people who can afford to have their money stolen and newsie definitely don't count."
"Well, he was mean to me and I just couldn't resist. Besides I didn't take it all. There was a quarter in there and I didn't take it," she reasoned.
"We have to give it back, Dodge. It's not right to steal from people who can't afford it," Smarts told her.
"How are we going to give it back? We'll probably never see him again," she said.
"If he's a newsie he'll be at the Distribution Center, so we'll go there," Smarts told her. "Come on, you're not going to get out of this, so just give up."
"Alright, I'm coming," she sighed. They stood up and headed toward the Distribution Center. As they entered the square they saw the gates to the center open. They searched the crowd for the boy who had stopped Dodger. They couldn't find him but finally Dodger saw the boy that he had called Race.
"I'll ask him where he is and you stay here," Dodger told Smarts.
"Alright, but don't take too long. We still need to find money for supper," he told her as skipped over to the boy.
"Hey, mister," she called out to him.
"Oh, hey, you're the kid Snipes is looking for," Race told her. "You better get out of here before he comes back. He thinks you stole some money from him."
"Oh, that was an accident. I didn't mean to steal from him," she said innocently.
"An accident?" Race asked in disbelief.
"Hey, kid," Snipeshooter said, coming up behind her. "I want my money back."
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, here it is," she said as she handed the money over.
"I'm gonna soak ya. That'll teach you to mess wid me," he told her.
"Oh, please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to I swear," she said her eyes filling with tears.
When he saw her tears, Snipeshooter instantly felt regret fill his heart. He didn't mean to upset her.
"I'm sorry little girl! I didn't mean to make you cry," he told her. He put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Now why don't you stop crying?"
She lowered her head and smiled to herself. That trick always worked on boys. While he was distracted, she kicked him in the shins and ran off.
Race burst out laughing. "She got you, Snipe."
"Well, I'm going to get her," he vowed.
"Ah, leave her alone," Race told him. "Just admit she got you and go on, there's nothing you can do now."
"I'll get her one day," Snipeshooter promised.
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Chapter One
"Come on, Dodger, let's go!" Smarts demanded. Dodger was once again taking forever to wake up. "We need to get out there and find someone! Our money ran out yesterday and we need to eat tonight!"
"I'm coming. I'm coming. You worry too much, Smarts. I'll get us some money, I always do," she said. Finally Dodger was ready to go and the two children headed out to find the perfect victim.
The two children made an odd pair. Smarts was fastidiously clean, even though they lived on the street. He had straight blond hair and green eyes. He was very straight laced and somber. Dodger on the other hand was best described as impish. She had a dimpled face and brown hair and eyes. She was always had a smile on her face and a trick to play. The two children balanced each other perfectly.
"Let's go get some breakfast from the nuns," Smarts suggested.
"Ah, I can get us better food than that," Dodger protested.
"You know you can't steal from the fruit stands. The last time you tried you nearly got thrown in the Refuge. You better just stick to people's pockets and stay away from the vendors," Smarts suggested. They walked on in silence trudging toward the nun's regular spot for handing out food. They were later than usual because of Dodger's reluctance to get out of bed and there was a crowd already there.
They tried to squeeze between people in order to make sure they got their share of food. Just as Dodger was getting close to the front, a hand on her shirt stopped her.
"Wait your turn, shrimp," a voice ordered. She looked up to see that the hand belonged to a boy only a few years older than her and not more than a few inches taller.
"Who're you calling shrimp, short stuff?" she asked, indignantly. "You ain't that much bigger than me."
"Well, I am bigger and I say wait your turn," he said rudely.
"Hey, leave her alone," Smarts commanded.
"What's it to you?" the boy asked. "She your girl?"
"Hey, Snipeshooter, quit picking on those kids," another boy commanded. This boy was several years older than the first and obviously knew him.
"But, Race, they were trying to cut in line," Snipeshooter complained.
"So what, there's enough food for everyone," Race commented. "Leave 'em alone."
Reluctantly Snipeshooter released Dodger's shirt. Dodger stuck her tongue out at him and raced off. She and Smarts reached the head of the line and accepted bread from the nuns with a smile and thanked them. They walked over to an alley to eat their meager breakfast.
"Hey, Smarts, look what I got," Dodger said holding out her hand. Resting on her palm were five pennies.
"Where did you get that?" Smarts asked.
"That newsie that stopped me awhile ago," she answered with a smirk.
"How do you know he was a newsie?"
"Cause of this," she said, pointing to the inky smudge on her shoulder.
"You know you're not supposed to steal from people who can't afford it," Smarts said sternly. "We only steal from people who can afford to have their money stolen and newsie definitely don't count."
"Well, he was mean to me and I just couldn't resist. Besides I didn't take it all. There was a quarter in there and I didn't take it," she reasoned.
"We have to give it back, Dodge. It's not right to steal from people who can't afford it," Smarts told her.
"How are we going to give it back? We'll probably never see him again," she said.
"If he's a newsie he'll be at the Distribution Center, so we'll go there," Smarts told her. "Come on, you're not going to get out of this, so just give up."
"Alright, I'm coming," she sighed. They stood up and headed toward the Distribution Center. As they entered the square they saw the gates to the center open. They searched the crowd for the boy who had stopped Dodger. They couldn't find him but finally Dodger saw the boy that he had called Race.
"I'll ask him where he is and you stay here," Dodger told Smarts.
"Alright, but don't take too long. We still need to find money for supper," he told her as skipped over to the boy.
"Hey, mister," she called out to him.
"Oh, hey, you're the kid Snipes is looking for," Race told her. "You better get out of here before he comes back. He thinks you stole some money from him."
"Oh, that was an accident. I didn't mean to steal from him," she said innocently.
"An accident?" Race asked in disbelief.
"Hey, kid," Snipeshooter said, coming up behind her. "I want my money back."
"Oh, I'm so sorry about that, here it is," she said as she handed the money over.
"I'm gonna soak ya. That'll teach you to mess wid me," he told her.
"Oh, please don't hurt me. I didn't mean to I swear," she said her eyes filling with tears.
When he saw her tears, Snipeshooter instantly felt regret fill his heart. He didn't mean to upset her.
"I'm sorry little girl! I didn't mean to make you cry," he told her. He put a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Now why don't you stop crying?"
She lowered her head and smiled to herself. That trick always worked on boys. While he was distracted, she kicked him in the shins and ran off.
Race burst out laughing. "She got you, Snipe."
"Well, I'm going to get her," he vowed.
"Ah, leave her alone," Race told him. "Just admit she got you and go on, there's nothing you can do now."
"I'll get her one day," Snipeshooter promised.