A/N: I know it's a lot longer than the last one, I just started writing and
found a lot of places I could have ended the chapter but instead I just
kept writing. Yeah.
Chapter 2
Daggers was woken up abruptly by a lot of loud noises. Someone was determined to not let her sleep. Sitting up she realized it was a lot of people. Matter of fact the whole lodging house was getting up and being quite loud.
Dragging herself out of bed she grabbed her small bag of stuff and began to head out, she didn't really want to watch all the boys get ready for the day. She was almost to the door when Jack Kelly got in her way.
"Leavin' already you can't even get t'e papes to sell yet?"
"I know, I'se going to find some'in to eat."
"Ya know, I knows this really cheap place over in Brooklyn. We could meet some me friends over t'ere."
"Fine, ya payin'?"
"Sure,"
The walk over to Brooklyn took a while and was fairly uneventful. Jack didn't ask any questions about Daggers or her past at all. Daggers had planned on him doing so she had made up a whole story on who she was and where she had come from. Lying came naturally to her so it wouldn't really be a problem.
When they finally got where they were going, it didn't look much like a restaurant and more of a dock. There were a lot of boys showing up looking like they were going to go swimming. Daggers froze this would be a problem. Jack led her right past the boys to the end of the dock.
"Spot," Jack called out.
"Jacky-boy?" A tough looking boy popped up from behind a wooden crate.
"What youse doin' back t'ere, usually you're on top of t'e boxes not behind 'em,"
"Dropped me walkin' stick," The boy dropped down and did a spit shake with Jack. Then he noticed daggers and gave her an odd look. "Whose t'is?"
"Spot this is Daggers, he been over in Manhattan but it don't really fit in over there. Think he'd fit in over here a little more?"
"He's a little small and puny, can he fight?"
"Who youse callin' small and puny," Daggers jumped in defended herself.
"Youse," Spot shot back. "Well can he's hold his own in a fight, cuz if I have to protect 'im then you can keep 'im,"
"Aren't youse a little short to be callin' me small?" Daggers challenged Spot drawing out her one of her knifes and standing up from her former slouch so she was a just as tall as Spot. Spot laughed.
"I like 'im," Spot announced with a nod towards Jack.
"Youse haven't answered me question yet?" Daggers said ignoring that Spot approved of her.
"Drop it, Daggers," Jack told her. "Spot leads the newsies 'ere in Brooklyn, he may be short but he has all t'ose big guys over there 'hind 'im."
Daggers returned the knife to its sheath reluctantly, and returned to a slouch, and mumbled something to the extent of "Spot sounds like a name for a dog, sure looks like one." but Jack let it slide and Spot didn't hear her.
"Well I'se got to head back,"
"You're leaving me here?"
"Weren't you listenin'?" Spot answered for Jack.
"I didn't t'ink you'd actually leave me," Daggers ignored Spot.
"See ya later," Jack said leaving.
Daggers shook her head; these boys seemed a lot rougher than the boys back in Manhatten. She'd be fine she could hold her own in a fight, and she could say that from experience. If she stayed out of the way she probably wouldn't have to prove that to anyone.
"'Ey Daggers," Spot said interrupting her from her train of thought. "Hope you can swim."
"Wahhh," Daggers was going to say why, but it turned more into a ah as Spot easily pushed her into the water. "What the 'ell was that for."
"It'll happen a lot if youse don't learn to keep your guard up." Spot said perching himself on top of the wooden crate, and pulling out his sling shot to practice on some glass bottles.
Daggers climbed out of the water soaking, and shot an evil glare at Spot, taking out a knife and throwing it so it landed right into the crate he was leaning against just above his left shoulder.
"Next time I'll aim." Daggers muttered informatively.
"No wonders Jakcy-boy's newsies didn't like you,"
Daggers just glared at him. It was tempting to leave and find her own place to sell papers, but she didn't know anything about how to get around or where to go. This boy was intolerable and Daggers at the moment didn't want anything to do with him.
"What got no comebacks left," Spot shot her way.
"No I just don't like to exchange cheesy insults, ya wanna fight we use fists."
"I'se liking ya more everytime ya open your mouth."
"Well I hasn't liked ya ever since I met you,"
Spot just laughed and hopped down from his perch and handed her knife to Daggers. Then in one swift movement he turned and made to push Daggers into the water. Daggers grabbed his arm and twisted it around using his own momentum to push him right into the water instead then chuckled and reached down to help him out. Spot ignored her gesture and climbed out on his own.
"Your pretty good," Spot complimented her.
"You're the one who told me to keep on my guard I just followed your advice."
Spot laughed again. Daggers almost liked his laugh.
"You'll fit in just fine here," Said spot. Daggers wasn't sure whether it was a compliment or not. "Why don't ya go meet some of the other boys," Spot suggested as an invite for her to leave.
"I don't do the social thing," Daggers replied and sat down to the side out of the way.
"Suit ya self,"
The rest of the day was very laid back. Daggers sat next to Spot's crate out of the way, and observed the Brooklyn boys. They swam most the time and every half an hour or so another would show up after finishing selling his papers. Daggers decided which would be best to get on the good side of and which to avoid. After watching for a while Daggers decided that even though she didn't like Spot it was a good thing that he liked her.
Chapter 2
Daggers was woken up abruptly by a lot of loud noises. Someone was determined to not let her sleep. Sitting up she realized it was a lot of people. Matter of fact the whole lodging house was getting up and being quite loud.
Dragging herself out of bed she grabbed her small bag of stuff and began to head out, she didn't really want to watch all the boys get ready for the day. She was almost to the door when Jack Kelly got in her way.
"Leavin' already you can't even get t'e papes to sell yet?"
"I know, I'se going to find some'in to eat."
"Ya know, I knows this really cheap place over in Brooklyn. We could meet some me friends over t'ere."
"Fine, ya payin'?"
"Sure,"
The walk over to Brooklyn took a while and was fairly uneventful. Jack didn't ask any questions about Daggers or her past at all. Daggers had planned on him doing so she had made up a whole story on who she was and where she had come from. Lying came naturally to her so it wouldn't really be a problem.
When they finally got where they were going, it didn't look much like a restaurant and more of a dock. There were a lot of boys showing up looking like they were going to go swimming. Daggers froze this would be a problem. Jack led her right past the boys to the end of the dock.
"Spot," Jack called out.
"Jacky-boy?" A tough looking boy popped up from behind a wooden crate.
"What youse doin' back t'ere, usually you're on top of t'e boxes not behind 'em,"
"Dropped me walkin' stick," The boy dropped down and did a spit shake with Jack. Then he noticed daggers and gave her an odd look. "Whose t'is?"
"Spot this is Daggers, he been over in Manhattan but it don't really fit in over there. Think he'd fit in over here a little more?"
"He's a little small and puny, can he fight?"
"Who youse callin' small and puny," Daggers jumped in defended herself.
"Youse," Spot shot back. "Well can he's hold his own in a fight, cuz if I have to protect 'im then you can keep 'im,"
"Aren't youse a little short to be callin' me small?" Daggers challenged Spot drawing out her one of her knifes and standing up from her former slouch so she was a just as tall as Spot. Spot laughed.
"I like 'im," Spot announced with a nod towards Jack.
"Youse haven't answered me question yet?" Daggers said ignoring that Spot approved of her.
"Drop it, Daggers," Jack told her. "Spot leads the newsies 'ere in Brooklyn, he may be short but he has all t'ose big guys over there 'hind 'im."
Daggers returned the knife to its sheath reluctantly, and returned to a slouch, and mumbled something to the extent of "Spot sounds like a name for a dog, sure looks like one." but Jack let it slide and Spot didn't hear her.
"Well I'se got to head back,"
"You're leaving me here?"
"Weren't you listenin'?" Spot answered for Jack.
"I didn't t'ink you'd actually leave me," Daggers ignored Spot.
"See ya later," Jack said leaving.
Daggers shook her head; these boys seemed a lot rougher than the boys back in Manhatten. She'd be fine she could hold her own in a fight, and she could say that from experience. If she stayed out of the way she probably wouldn't have to prove that to anyone.
"'Ey Daggers," Spot said interrupting her from her train of thought. "Hope you can swim."
"Wahhh," Daggers was going to say why, but it turned more into a ah as Spot easily pushed her into the water. "What the 'ell was that for."
"It'll happen a lot if youse don't learn to keep your guard up." Spot said perching himself on top of the wooden crate, and pulling out his sling shot to practice on some glass bottles.
Daggers climbed out of the water soaking, and shot an evil glare at Spot, taking out a knife and throwing it so it landed right into the crate he was leaning against just above his left shoulder.
"Next time I'll aim." Daggers muttered informatively.
"No wonders Jakcy-boy's newsies didn't like you,"
Daggers just glared at him. It was tempting to leave and find her own place to sell papers, but she didn't know anything about how to get around or where to go. This boy was intolerable and Daggers at the moment didn't want anything to do with him.
"What got no comebacks left," Spot shot her way.
"No I just don't like to exchange cheesy insults, ya wanna fight we use fists."
"I'se liking ya more everytime ya open your mouth."
"Well I hasn't liked ya ever since I met you,"
Spot just laughed and hopped down from his perch and handed her knife to Daggers. Then in one swift movement he turned and made to push Daggers into the water. Daggers grabbed his arm and twisted it around using his own momentum to push him right into the water instead then chuckled and reached down to help him out. Spot ignored her gesture and climbed out on his own.
"Your pretty good," Spot complimented her.
"You're the one who told me to keep on my guard I just followed your advice."
Spot laughed again. Daggers almost liked his laugh.
"You'll fit in just fine here," Said spot. Daggers wasn't sure whether it was a compliment or not. "Why don't ya go meet some of the other boys," Spot suggested as an invite for her to leave.
"I don't do the social thing," Daggers replied and sat down to the side out of the way.
"Suit ya self,"
The rest of the day was very laid back. Daggers sat next to Spot's crate out of the way, and observed the Brooklyn boys. They swam most the time and every half an hour or so another would show up after finishing selling his papers. Daggers decided which would be best to get on the good side of and which to avoid. After watching for a while Daggers decided that even though she didn't like Spot it was a good thing that he liked her.
