A/N: Wow. this fic is done! Last chappie : ( Oh well, there will be a
sequel ^_^ Thanks reviewers, I appreciate it mushly!
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
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November 3, 1899 (Yet another continuation)
My mouth must have been scraping the ground, there was my mother. Her eyes flashed at me, her grip tightened on my arm. The pain!
I tried to sputter some sort of coherent sentence but couldn't. Blink remained silent, he seemed awfully confused. I suppose he thinks I am an orphan, well, until now.
My mother glared at Blink behind me, I knew what she was thinking.
"You run away, leave me! Now I find you again, and you with, with, with, this street rat! You bring shame! Shame on you! SHAME!" Mother spat at me, her head shaking with rage. Passer byers chuckled at this amusing show of reprimand.
Neither Blink nor I said anything. My mother continued with her rampage, she pulled me rather viciously I thought, away from Blink scowling deeply. I looked at him; he looked as though he wanted to say something as well.
"It's time to go, Netty. No more of this! We go home now!" Mother slapped my arm to regain my attention. With a final grunt of disapproval, mother began dragging me away from Blink and towards my old home.
I last saw Blink standing still in the crowd, his eyes wide. He reached out one hand and yelled, "Yorkie!"
Warm, salty tears began to flow freely down my cheeks. I struggled to free myself from my captor. My hand slipped from her grip and I ran.
Three feet later my mother had caught my hand again and dragged me to a bench. Grabbing me hands, she held them out palms down, and struck them with a carrot from her small sack of vegetables.
Demeaned by a carrot.
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Little Anthony has brought me a bowl of thin, watery soup filled with unrecognizable gray lumps. Most likely rat heads or something of the sort. I miss the thick soup at Tibby's.
I am now back to where I had started, home in Little Italy. It cannot be real, can it? No, no. I'm back on the fire escape; Blink is going to appear in a short while, his silly grin on his face. I'll be in Brooklyn, the Lodging House, anywhere, I can't be here!
I waited a moment then realized it was real. I was in the tiny room I shared with my four sisters. The smell of freshly baked bread danced around the windowsill, the glass broken. Lines of laundry flapped in the small breeze. I am home.
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HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good gracious Lord, please save me now! Please Lord, I promise now not to ever steal, lie, or even breathe if you just save me now!
Mother has announced I am to be sent away like a useless letter to my uncle Edward-Bildner in Britain. I will be taken there by train and ferry.
I suppose I should explain. Uncle Edward is a very wealthy man living in the grand old country of Britain, where he is involved in some sort of financial business. He agreed to pay for the trip just to spite mother. (Uncle Edward and mother do not get along; it is a long story of hatred starting from childhood.) Why he agreed to take me in? I haven't a clue.
I shall be leaving tomorrow. There is no time for goodbyes.
I promise myself now, I will make Uncle Edward regret taking me in, and mother too! I cannot possibly leave New York behind; there is not a chance I am going to stay in Britain.
Good old England is going to wish they had never seen the one hundred faces of Yorkie P.
---Derby: AHHH!!! Wow, I finished a fic! Holy Kit Kats! I can't possibly leave this fic here, so yeah; I'm going to make a sequel. Wow, I'm so proud of myself.
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
~*~*~*~
November 3, 1899 (Yet another continuation)
My mouth must have been scraping the ground, there was my mother. Her eyes flashed at me, her grip tightened on my arm. The pain!
I tried to sputter some sort of coherent sentence but couldn't. Blink remained silent, he seemed awfully confused. I suppose he thinks I am an orphan, well, until now.
My mother glared at Blink behind me, I knew what she was thinking.
"You run away, leave me! Now I find you again, and you with, with, with, this street rat! You bring shame! Shame on you! SHAME!" Mother spat at me, her head shaking with rage. Passer byers chuckled at this amusing show of reprimand.
Neither Blink nor I said anything. My mother continued with her rampage, she pulled me rather viciously I thought, away from Blink scowling deeply. I looked at him; he looked as though he wanted to say something as well.
"It's time to go, Netty. No more of this! We go home now!" Mother slapped my arm to regain my attention. With a final grunt of disapproval, mother began dragging me away from Blink and towards my old home.
I last saw Blink standing still in the crowd, his eyes wide. He reached out one hand and yelled, "Yorkie!"
Warm, salty tears began to flow freely down my cheeks. I struggled to free myself from my captor. My hand slipped from her grip and I ran.
Three feet later my mother had caught my hand again and dragged me to a bench. Grabbing me hands, she held them out palms down, and struck them with a carrot from her small sack of vegetables.
Demeaned by a carrot.
~*~*~
Little Anthony has brought me a bowl of thin, watery soup filled with unrecognizable gray lumps. Most likely rat heads or something of the sort. I miss the thick soup at Tibby's.
I am now back to where I had started, home in Little Italy. It cannot be real, can it? No, no. I'm back on the fire escape; Blink is going to appear in a short while, his silly grin on his face. I'll be in Brooklyn, the Lodging House, anywhere, I can't be here!
I waited a moment then realized it was real. I was in the tiny room I shared with my four sisters. The smell of freshly baked bread danced around the windowsill, the glass broken. Lines of laundry flapped in the small breeze. I am home.
~*~*~
HEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good gracious Lord, please save me now! Please Lord, I promise now not to ever steal, lie, or even breathe if you just save me now!
Mother has announced I am to be sent away like a useless letter to my uncle Edward-Bildner in Britain. I will be taken there by train and ferry.
I suppose I should explain. Uncle Edward is a very wealthy man living in the grand old country of Britain, where he is involved in some sort of financial business. He agreed to pay for the trip just to spite mother. (Uncle Edward and mother do not get along; it is a long story of hatred starting from childhood.) Why he agreed to take me in? I haven't a clue.
I shall be leaving tomorrow. There is no time for goodbyes.
I promise myself now, I will make Uncle Edward regret taking me in, and mother too! I cannot possibly leave New York behind; there is not a chance I am going to stay in Britain.
Good old England is going to wish they had never seen the one hundred faces of Yorkie P.
---Derby: AHHH!!! Wow, I finished a fic! Holy Kit Kats! I can't possibly leave this fic here, so yeah; I'm going to make a sequel. Wow, I'm so proud of myself.