Chapter 2: Your a Newsie?
I tried to shake the images from my head, I needed something to look forward to, something to give me an incentive. I decided that I'd need a job, but for now, just a place to sleep. I kept walking until I was on the Brooklyn bridge. "Damn, I came farther than I wanted to" I said out loud.
"where did you'se wanna go?"
I gasped as I turned around and saw the person who was talking to me. He was tall, and had deep blue eyes. I looked him over, he had long lean muscles and a gold-tipped can and a sling shot. 'what am I doing' I thought to myself. 'I just met this guy and I think I'm fallin for him, no, aint gonna happen.'
"Do you honestly still play with those?" I asked, while leaning on one leg and pointing to his sling shot.
"Ey, whats wrong wit me sling shot?"
" Oh, nothing, I thought you were just more mature, thats all, nothin personal"
"Yea, I am mature, aftah all, I is da Brooklyn Leada"
"Leader? Leader of what dare I ask" He gave me a look like I was crazy, but answered me anyways.
"Leada of da Brooklyn newsies..." He said, full of pride.
"oh...your a um, Newsie?" I asked, starring strait into his eyes.
"yea" He said, stepping closer...close enough to touch...
"Really?!" I said, getting excited. I turned around half expecting my mom to be behind me, scolding me for talking to him. "Oh, wait..." I said looking down at the ground. "She's dead..."
"Whos dead?" his voice had startled me and made me jump. I looked in his eyes and it made me gasp. they weren't like they were before, a dark harsh blue. Now they were filled with emotions, sadness and curiosity.
" Oh, um, no one, can you take me to...where is it you sleep?"
"to da lodgin house?" he asked
"Sure" I said, while thinking to myself: honey, you can take me ANYWHERE!