Chapter 2

"Ohhh" I moaned. I woke up and my head hurt me really bad. I opened my eyes and screamed. Staring right at me was a pair of bluish gray eyes. The look of concern in them calmed me down a little. "Hiya me names Spot" said the person. I could now clearly see that this was a boy…a very handsome boy.

Spot had a pair of brown trousers on with red suspenders. He had a green and white checkered shirt on partially unbuttoned at the top. He also had a gray newsboy hat on top of his head where you could see parts of his hair sticking out of the back. On his waist he carried a cane with a gold tip.

"Where am I?" "Youse in Brooklyn kid." "What year am I in?" "Ya musta hit yer head really hard…it's 1899" OMG! I couldn't believe it. I had actually traveled back to the time of the Newsies, and now I was talking to my favorite one, Spot. This was so cool.

I decided to play it cool and not ay anything about how I got there. "Hey what's yer name?" "Karla" "Karla huh…..that's a pretty name." I must have started to blush because he was grinning. "Thank you" I responded. "Come on lets get ya cleaned up." I didn't know where we were going, but for some reason I trusted him.

He had led me to the Brooklyn lodging house , and brought me inside to the bunk room