The Raven and the Racetrack *** Chapter 3
Racetrack walked down the streets of New York City, selling his papes with ease. His thoughts were still on Jack and Sarah, and to tell Jack that he was sorry about Sarah, without actually lying, even though that's what he did for a living.
Stretching the truth about the headlines, so people would buy them. It wasn't hard, just a little here and there to a headline. Change this word, and that one. It wasn't hard once you got used to it.
"DEAD BODY FOUND IN ALLEY! OFFICIALS SAY IT WAS MURDER! UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND!" Racetrack yelled.
This was a pretty good headline. He had added that it was unidentified, but that didn't matter, since no one knew who it was anyway. He was almost done selling his papes, and then he could get to the racetrack, and win his money.
Raven was glad that the day was almost over, she was really getting tired and was ready to get home and sleep. The thought of sleep made her anxious to get back home.
All of a sudden, someone started screaming.
"FIRE! GET OUT! FIRE! GET OUT NOW!" A girl was screaming. Raven was trying to find Alicat and Sprite, when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her out side. She saw Alicat and ran up to hug her.
"Where's Sprite?" Raven asked.
"Shes still in there! Shes collapsed, and Ise couldn't gets to hoy, someone grabbed my arm."
"OH NO! NO SPRITE!"
"Oh my god! Help hoy! Help hoy!" Alicat screamed.
A strange boy about 17 or 18 ran up and asked Alicat where she was. Alicat told him where to find her. Raven and Alicat waited and waited. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime (it really had been 5 minutes) the strange boy ran out with Sprite in his arms.
"Oh yous got hoy! Thank god!" Raven said.
"Whats ya name boy?" Alicat asked.
"Jack." Came the answer from the stranger.
"Wait! I knows ya! Yous is da kid whos ran da newsie strike last yea'!"
"Yeah.dat's me."
"Hey Jack! Ise is Alicat. Dat is my twin, Raven." Alicat said pointing to Raven. Then pointing to Sprite, she said. "Dis is Sprite."
"Thank you Jack." Sprite said.
Then the boy, who called himself Jack, fell to the ground unconscious, as a young kid ran up with more firemen.
Racetrack walked down the streets of New York City, selling his papes with ease. His thoughts were still on Jack and Sarah, and to tell Jack that he was sorry about Sarah, without actually lying, even though that's what he did for a living.
Stretching the truth about the headlines, so people would buy them. It wasn't hard, just a little here and there to a headline. Change this word, and that one. It wasn't hard once you got used to it.
"DEAD BODY FOUND IN ALLEY! OFFICIALS SAY IT WAS MURDER! UNIDENTIFIED BODY FOUND!" Racetrack yelled.
This was a pretty good headline. He had added that it was unidentified, but that didn't matter, since no one knew who it was anyway. He was almost done selling his papes, and then he could get to the racetrack, and win his money.
Raven was glad that the day was almost over, she was really getting tired and was ready to get home and sleep. The thought of sleep made her anxious to get back home.
All of a sudden, someone started screaming.
"FIRE! GET OUT! FIRE! GET OUT NOW!" A girl was screaming. Raven was trying to find Alicat and Sprite, when someone grabbed her arm and pulled her out side. She saw Alicat and ran up to hug her.
"Where's Sprite?" Raven asked.
"Shes still in there! Shes collapsed, and Ise couldn't gets to hoy, someone grabbed my arm."
"OH NO! NO SPRITE!"
"Oh my god! Help hoy! Help hoy!" Alicat screamed.
A strange boy about 17 or 18 ran up and asked Alicat where she was. Alicat told him where to find her. Raven and Alicat waited and waited. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime (it really had been 5 minutes) the strange boy ran out with Sprite in his arms.
"Oh yous got hoy! Thank god!" Raven said.
"Whats ya name boy?" Alicat asked.
"Jack." Came the answer from the stranger.
"Wait! I knows ya! Yous is da kid whos ran da newsie strike last yea'!"
"Yeah.dat's me."
"Hey Jack! Ise is Alicat. Dat is my twin, Raven." Alicat said pointing to Raven. Then pointing to Sprite, she said. "Dis is Sprite."
"Thank you Jack." Sprite said.
Then the boy, who called himself Jack, fell to the ground unconscious, as a young kid ran up with more firemen.