Chapter Three. John.
This chapter has a title because it's really based on John, who was the ex fiancée, for those who forgot.
Place: Newsboys Lodging House in Manhattan.
I couldn't get him off my mind. It seems as if when everything seems bad, worse thoughts have to corrupt those. After leaving "Tibby's" I did what I wanted; slept... or tried anyway. Racetrack wasn't there, nor were any of the other boys, but John sure was there (in my head), whether I liked it or not.
The same window he has jumped out of and not died was still broken and covered by the same white bed sheet. I closed my eyes and tried to push out John. It had been the scariest time in my life when he came at me and Race with a knife...
I'll assume hours had passed when I opened my eyes again. Alas, the clock didn't lie. I had only had my eyes closed minutes, 3 tops. I felt well- rested though. I sat up, making sure not to bump my head, and yawned.
A small suitcase had appeared on the bed beside me. The boy's switched beds all the time and I couldn't be sure who had slept there last. "Hiya!" A girl came up from the other side of the bed next to me, and I knocked my head right on the top of the bed after being so cautious. "Oh gosh, I'se sorry!" She hopped over the bed and put her face right close to mine, which made me wanna jump back, resulting in my falling bum-first on the floor. "Oh geez!"
I put my hand up for her to just sit tight and not speak, and she got the message. "Hi." I felt my head and winced, then stood up. "I'll assume you're the newsgirl from Brooklyn."
She nodded in reply, too worried I would pounce on her if she spoke another word. The whole fight that Race and I had just had was because of one girl who would be staying with the boys, and what's more it wouldn't be forever. I was still mad though. I wanted to take the anger and blame her for our fight. It was easier. "Don't like sleeping on the floor, do we now?" I blurted.
Hey eyebrows rose. "No room."
I raised mine right back. "On a floor?"
She stepped back off the bed and put her hands on her hips as she walked around the bed and stood in front of me. "Der was, but a stopped me from sleeping on the comfortably hard, pain-in-da-ass floor." Sarcasm was her specialty alright. She obviously didn't care how mean I was though. "Da name's Knife." Her hand came out to help me up.
"Evelyn."
"Not from New Yawk are ya?"
No duh? "Nope." I took her hand and she pulled me up. "I'll take you to 'Tibby's' and you can meet the boys."
She nodded and walked to the door.
I was quick to follow, but my eyes reverted to the sheet-covered window. The sheet had fallen while I slept and half of it was hanging out the window. I walked over to it, pinned it back up, and met Knife at the door. "What's dat all about?" she asked me.
I glanced back again, and then to her. "Nothing."
This chapter has a title because it's really based on John, who was the ex fiancée, for those who forgot.
Place: Newsboys Lodging House in Manhattan.
I couldn't get him off my mind. It seems as if when everything seems bad, worse thoughts have to corrupt those. After leaving "Tibby's" I did what I wanted; slept... or tried anyway. Racetrack wasn't there, nor were any of the other boys, but John sure was there (in my head), whether I liked it or not.
The same window he has jumped out of and not died was still broken and covered by the same white bed sheet. I closed my eyes and tried to push out John. It had been the scariest time in my life when he came at me and Race with a knife...
I'll assume hours had passed when I opened my eyes again. Alas, the clock didn't lie. I had only had my eyes closed minutes, 3 tops. I felt well- rested though. I sat up, making sure not to bump my head, and yawned.
A small suitcase had appeared on the bed beside me. The boy's switched beds all the time and I couldn't be sure who had slept there last. "Hiya!" A girl came up from the other side of the bed next to me, and I knocked my head right on the top of the bed after being so cautious. "Oh gosh, I'se sorry!" She hopped over the bed and put her face right close to mine, which made me wanna jump back, resulting in my falling bum-first on the floor. "Oh geez!"
I put my hand up for her to just sit tight and not speak, and she got the message. "Hi." I felt my head and winced, then stood up. "I'll assume you're the newsgirl from Brooklyn."
She nodded in reply, too worried I would pounce on her if she spoke another word. The whole fight that Race and I had just had was because of one girl who would be staying with the boys, and what's more it wouldn't be forever. I was still mad though. I wanted to take the anger and blame her for our fight. It was easier. "Don't like sleeping on the floor, do we now?" I blurted.
Hey eyebrows rose. "No room."
I raised mine right back. "On a floor?"
She stepped back off the bed and put her hands on her hips as she walked around the bed and stood in front of me. "Der was, but a stopped me from sleeping on the comfortably hard, pain-in-da-ass floor." Sarcasm was her specialty alright. She obviously didn't care how mean I was though. "Da name's Knife." Her hand came out to help me up.
"Evelyn."
"Not from New Yawk are ya?"
No duh? "Nope." I took her hand and she pulled me up. "I'll take you to 'Tibby's' and you can meet the boys."
She nodded and walked to the door.
I was quick to follow, but my eyes reverted to the sheet-covered window. The sheet had fallen while I slept and half of it was hanging out the window. I walked over to it, pinned it back up, and met Knife at the door. "What's dat all about?" she asked me.
I glanced back again, and then to her. "Nothing."