Chapter 4
Later that night Spot was still thinking about what Bridget had told him.
"Spot why is you'se bein' so quiet?" Tracker asked him during dinner.
"No reason. Do you tink I'm nice ta people?" Spot asked. Tracker gave him an unsure look.
"Um… you'se are nice ta me." Tracker pointed out.
Spot sighed, he knew he wasn't nice to people. In fact, that's why HE didn't have that many friends. That's why he was respected, not necessarily liked. After dinner Spot returned to the L.H. where he found Bridget packing her things.
"What are ya doin'?" Spot asked her.
"What does it look like? I'se leavin'." Bridget told him.
"Why?" Spot asked her.
"Um… I don't like it 'ere." Bridget lied.
"Where will ya go?" Spot inquired.
"Da streets. Dat's where I'm from anyway." Bridget shrugged.
"Stay."
"No."
"You'se got nuttin out dere." Spot pointed out.
"I'se got nuttin 'ere eidder." Bridget reminded him.
"Neidder did I when I foist got 'ere." Bridget looked up. Spot noticed her green-blue eyes were blood shot and she had tears stains on her face. "Stay. You'll fit in soon. No one knows ya yet."
"I'se won't eveh fit in. I'se not nice ta people."
"Neidder am I." Spot told her.
"I know dat."
"I'se have friends." Spot told her. "I fit in."
"No you'se don't, you'se neveh will eidder. You rule everyone, they respect you, dey don't like you though. Dey think you'se are heartless, cruel and all da goils tink you'se are a tease. You'll never settle down. You'll never have any real friends. You let you're tempeh control you'se life." Bridget said harshly.
"Ouch." Spot said out loud. He knew what she spoke was true, but he had never wanted to admit it to himself.
"I'se sorry. I shouldn't have said dat. Are yous'e ok? You're face looks pale all da sudden."
"No, it's true. I'm a misfit just like you. So stay. I'se need anotheh misfit here wit me." Spot explained to her.
"Fine, I'll stay."
"Why?" Spot asked.
"Because I like ya. You'se ain't fake like everyone else. You'se say what you'se are tinkin' and feelin'." Bridget explained. Spot walked over to her, he started taking her things out of her bag and putting them back where they were. "Tanks."
"Are ya still cryin'?" Spot asked her.
"No, I'se ok now. So how do ya get a newsie name in dis joint?" Bridget asked.
"'Round here someone has to give it to ya." Spot explained. "Truth. Dat's yous'e newsie name, but I'se gonna call ya Bridge."
"Truth, I like dat." Truth smiled. Spot noticed how beautiful her smile was.