Isabella couldn't sleep, she'd close her eyes and see her sister as she
once was. Shy, sweet and studious, Lilliana Monticelli was nothing like
Isabella or Mona. She would often get in trouble for reading fairy tales
instead of going out and playing in the sunshine. She got up from the
uncomfortable bed and walked over to an open window.
"Sono spiacente che il giglio, esso dovrebbe essere me." She whispered sticking her hand out the window and feeling the warm rain drip down her wrist.
"Whose Lily?" asked a voice.
"Whose dere?" asked Isabella.
"Names Dark," replied the boy stepping into the light of the moon.
"Dark?"
"Yeah, Dark," he replied "Dark Loren."
"Ya speak Italian?" asked Isabella.
"All mah life," he said "Di chi Giglio?"
"Non pensate che sono un po'personale considerando noi appena hanno venuto a contatto di?" Isabella laughed lightly.
"Rispondete sempre ad una domanda con una domanda?"
"occasionalmente" she replied.
"Go To Sleep!" yelled a voice from inside the boy's bunk room.
Isabella giggled.
"Indovino questo sono buona notte" she whispered.
"Ay," whispered Dark "Good night Mystery."
"Good night Dark," she whispered as she walked back into the girls bunkroom.
THE NEXT DAY...
"Explain again to me!" yelled Snake "How could just lose 'im?"
"New Yawk's a big town," whispered Cards "What was we supposed ta do?"
"Kill dem when I told ya to!" yelled Snake "Now dere somewhere out dere and any minute now dey could go to da cops and get da whole operation shut down."
"We're sorry boss," exclaimed Dice "We'll go look for dem now."
Snake slowly drew his gun from his left boot and smiled dangerously.
"No Dice," he whispered "I'll do it meself."
The rest of the gang flinched when the shots rang out through the abandoned warehouse.
"All Right!" yelled Snake "Cords, Spike, you guys take Brooklyn. I'll take Manhattan, you udda spread out. I want dose goils taken down."
Dark looked around the Lodging House as the newsies began to trample downstairs on their way out. He wanted to see her, the girl he had spoken too at the window. The one who spoke Italian in a sad sweet way.Then he saw her, tall, thin, with wild raven colored curls streaming down her back.
"Mistero," he whispered.
Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps: The Conversation in Italian is basically as follows.
Isabella:I'm sorry Lily, It should have been me.
Dark: Whose Lily
Isabella:Don't you think that a bit of personally question considering we just met?
Dark: Do you always answer a question with a question?
Isabella:Occasionally
Isabella: I guess this is goodnight.
"Sono spiacente che il giglio, esso dovrebbe essere me." She whispered sticking her hand out the window and feeling the warm rain drip down her wrist.
"Whose Lily?" asked a voice.
"Whose dere?" asked Isabella.
"Names Dark," replied the boy stepping into the light of the moon.
"Dark?"
"Yeah, Dark," he replied "Dark Loren."
"Ya speak Italian?" asked Isabella.
"All mah life," he said "Di chi Giglio?"
"Non pensate che sono un po'personale considerando noi appena hanno venuto a contatto di?" Isabella laughed lightly.
"Rispondete sempre ad una domanda con una domanda?"
"occasionalmente" she replied.
"Go To Sleep!" yelled a voice from inside the boy's bunk room.
Isabella giggled.
"Indovino questo sono buona notte" she whispered.
"Ay," whispered Dark "Good night Mystery."
"Good night Dark," she whispered as she walked back into the girls bunkroom.
THE NEXT DAY...
"Explain again to me!" yelled Snake "How could just lose 'im?"
"New Yawk's a big town," whispered Cards "What was we supposed ta do?"
"Kill dem when I told ya to!" yelled Snake "Now dere somewhere out dere and any minute now dey could go to da cops and get da whole operation shut down."
"We're sorry boss," exclaimed Dice "We'll go look for dem now."
Snake slowly drew his gun from his left boot and smiled dangerously.
"No Dice," he whispered "I'll do it meself."
The rest of the gang flinched when the shots rang out through the abandoned warehouse.
"All Right!" yelled Snake "Cords, Spike, you guys take Brooklyn. I'll take Manhattan, you udda spread out. I want dose goils taken down."
Dark looked around the Lodging House as the newsies began to trample downstairs on their way out. He wanted to see her, the girl he had spoken too at the window. The one who spoke Italian in a sad sweet way.Then he saw her, tall, thin, with wild raven colored curls streaming down her back.
"Mistero," he whispered.
Carryin Da Banner, Revolution
Ps: The Conversation in Italian is basically as follows.
Isabella:I'm sorry Lily, It should have been me.
Dark: Whose Lily
Isabella:Don't you think that a bit of personally question considering we just met?
Dark: Do you always answer a question with a question?
Isabella:Occasionally
Isabella: I guess this is goodnight.