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Chapter 9
"Kit, I need to talk to ya!" said Spot, panicking as he ran to his room. Kit was just sitting there, combing her hair. "Okay, dat fight ya got in wit dos guys a few days back?"
"Yeah, what about it?" she asked, confused.
"Just about everyone knows about it! Da good news is, dey tink yous a guy, but da bad news is, deys lookin foh ya. Not only dat, everyone's talking bout it! Dey know I saw everting, but I told dem dat I don't know who dis guy is. Deahs even callin ya da untouchable."
Kit discontinued combing her hair and thought a minute. She had to admit, being called the "untouchable" was pretty cool. "Should I just not pretend to be a boy anymore? Should I just let everyone know that there's a girl newsie in Brooklyn?"
"Well. dat could woik. Hopefully dey didn't get a real good look at ya face."
"I don't know, it did happen pretty fast. Look, don't worry about it Spot, they won't find out who I am. Even if they do, I'll just have to teach them another lesson."
"But what if dey do? Dey won't let a goil get away wit soakin em. Dey will come aftah you til yous beaten. I can't let dat happen to ya." The last comment surprised Kit. Spot noticed this. "What? I knows we only none each odah for a week or so, but I care bout ya. Yous like da friend I nevah had." They smiled at each other and hugged.
After they let go, Kit said, "Spot, please don't worry. Everything will be okay. Anyway, you ready to train some more?"
"Hell yeah."
Kit stood up. "Okay, today we're going to go over what I've taught you so far."
Spot stood up. "When you gonna teach me dos techniques ya told me about?"
"When you're ready." They climbed up to the roof and she continued to train him.
"Spot, I noticed you have a cane in your room, but do you really know how to use it?" Kit asked after going over everything she had taught him.
"Couse I do! Ise had a foh a a couple yeahs. Why do ya ask?"
"I want you to go down and get it." Spot immediately went down to his room, grabbed his cane and ran back up to the roof.
"Good, hand it to me." He threw the cane at Kit and the second she got a firm grasp on it, she began twirling it around in fancy ways and then threw it up in the air, where it spun. She caught it and then held it like she was ready to attack. She winked at him when she noticed the shocked look on his face.
"What? Don't look so surprised. Part of training to fight is learning how to use and control weapons." She threw the cane at him and he caught it. "I've decided that before I teach you techniques, that I will teach you how to use that cane because you carry it around so much." He smiled.
"But before we begin, what's the first thing I told you about fighting?"
"Nevah fight unless I hafta and try and avoid startin a fight."
"Good, now we can begin."
"Sweet," he said, excited.
Chapter 9
"Kit, I need to talk to ya!" said Spot, panicking as he ran to his room. Kit was just sitting there, combing her hair. "Okay, dat fight ya got in wit dos guys a few days back?"
"Yeah, what about it?" she asked, confused.
"Just about everyone knows about it! Da good news is, dey tink yous a guy, but da bad news is, deys lookin foh ya. Not only dat, everyone's talking bout it! Dey know I saw everting, but I told dem dat I don't know who dis guy is. Deahs even callin ya da untouchable."
Kit discontinued combing her hair and thought a minute. She had to admit, being called the "untouchable" was pretty cool. "Should I just not pretend to be a boy anymore? Should I just let everyone know that there's a girl newsie in Brooklyn?"
"Well. dat could woik. Hopefully dey didn't get a real good look at ya face."
"I don't know, it did happen pretty fast. Look, don't worry about it Spot, they won't find out who I am. Even if they do, I'll just have to teach them another lesson."
"But what if dey do? Dey won't let a goil get away wit soakin em. Dey will come aftah you til yous beaten. I can't let dat happen to ya." The last comment surprised Kit. Spot noticed this. "What? I knows we only none each odah for a week or so, but I care bout ya. Yous like da friend I nevah had." They smiled at each other and hugged.
After they let go, Kit said, "Spot, please don't worry. Everything will be okay. Anyway, you ready to train some more?"
"Hell yeah."
Kit stood up. "Okay, today we're going to go over what I've taught you so far."
Spot stood up. "When you gonna teach me dos techniques ya told me about?"
"When you're ready." They climbed up to the roof and she continued to train him.
"Spot, I noticed you have a cane in your room, but do you really know how to use it?" Kit asked after going over everything she had taught him.
"Couse I do! Ise had a foh a a couple yeahs. Why do ya ask?"
"I want you to go down and get it." Spot immediately went down to his room, grabbed his cane and ran back up to the roof.
"Good, hand it to me." He threw the cane at Kit and the second she got a firm grasp on it, she began twirling it around in fancy ways and then threw it up in the air, where it spun. She caught it and then held it like she was ready to attack. She winked at him when she noticed the shocked look on his face.
"What? Don't look so surprised. Part of training to fight is learning how to use and control weapons." She threw the cane at him and he caught it. "I've decided that before I teach you techniques, that I will teach you how to use that cane because you carry it around so much." He smiled.
"But before we begin, what's the first thing I told you about fighting?"
"Nevah fight unless I hafta and try and avoid startin a fight."
"Good, now we can begin."
"Sweet," he said, excited.
