Authors Note: Hey! Before you read, I just want to thank all my reviewers! Lucky Windsor, MooBug, Moth, FictionHobbit, Inky, and Cheladoniel.
Rae: Thanx for dealing with all of my questions, it helped a lot!
Now on with the reading!!!
Three streets down, a left turn, and a few more blocks later, Hayden reached the train station. It was crowded, and cramped. He saw a sign at the back of the building that said 'Front Desk', so he maneuvered his way through the mass of people until he got into line. Once at the front, he stood on his tiptoes to look taller.
"Can I help you?" A business-like man in a cheap crisp suit asked.
"Yea, I was just wondering where the nearest train station was, besides this one."
The man thought for a moment. "I would have to say that the closest one would be Norristown."
"How far is that from here?"
"Fifteen miles, more or less."
"Thank you." Hayden could tell he was starting to get suspicious, so he decided not to push his luck.
He turned and pushed his way back through the doors. Fifteen miles? He thought, his spirit dropping. I am going to have to walk for at least a day to get that far! And it's not like I exactly have enough money to buy food on the way. There had to be a quicker way…
Hayden saw a red-faced man with a big bushy, mostly gray beard. He was just standing there, so Hayden figured that he must be waiting for someone.
"Excuse me?" He said going up to the man.
"Yes?" the bearded man answered, in a grisly voice.
"Do you know where Norristown is?"
"Well," he cleared his throat. "Norristown eh? That's about, sixteen miles up the river."
"Up the river?" Hayden asked, and idea forming in his head.
"Yep."
"Could you tell me where the docks are?"
"Just keep going that way until you hit the river." He said, pointing down a street to his left.
"Thanks!" He said, running off in the direction the man had pointed.
~*~*~*~
"So, what's your newsie name?" Singah asked.
"Newsie name?" Lissy replied, confused.
"Well yea, you can't go around being called Lissy, it's your real name."
"Umm, what is your real name? Is Singah you newsie name?"
"Singah is my newsie name. And of you couldn't guess it, it because I sing real good."
"What about your real name?"
"Maybe I will tell you later. We have the name for a reason."
"Oh, ok. Sorry."
"That's ok. So what is yours gonna be?"
"Ummm…" Lissy didn't know what she wanted her name to be. She was never really good at these things. Everyone would call her by this name, so she wanted it to be good.
"Well?"
"I'm not quite sure. You got any ideas?" Lissy doubted it, but she might as well ask.
Singah looked at Lissy, trying to think of something that would describe her.
"You got, nice eyes? I don't know either"
"Nice eyes? Oh yes, that would make a good one." She said jokingly.
Singah laughed. "Well I don't know! Lashes?" She had noticed Lissy's lashes which were dark and long. She was just naming things off the top of her head that came to her.
"Hey, I like that!"
"Huh?" Singah asked confusedly.
"Lashes, I like it!"
"Oh." She said, recovering quickly. "Well of course it is!"
"Would that be a good newsie name?"
"Believe me, that's good compared to some of them. You know the guy at the DO? His name is Splat." She giggled. "Wonder how he got that name"
Lissy laughed along with her. "Well then Lashes it is!"