Chapter 5 (Back in 1899, Spot's Point of View)

Years go by

Will I still be waiting?

For somebody else to understand

Years go by if I'm stripped of my beauty

And the orange clouds raining in my head

Years go by will I choke on my tears

Till finally there is nothing left

One more casualty

You know we're to easy easy easy

             - "Silent All These Years" by Tori Amos

               "I still can't believe she's gone," I said, running my fingers across my suspenders.

               "I know." Jack said twisting his bandanna around in his hands. These two items are relics that we wear in Amanda's honor. We never wanted to forget her, so since we knew her favorite color was red, we kept the color on us at all times.

               "Jack, Spot, time for bed, come inside," Blink said as he came up the fire escape. He noticed the sad look on our faces, and knew what we had been talking about. "You guys, it's been eight years, you gotta let is go."

               "How can you say that?" Jack demanded, not wanting to forget her.

               "It was hard for me too! That was my mom, my aunt, and my cousin who died. Everything was gone in an instant; my family, my house, my life! You can't live in the past. I know you miss Mandy but you can't let a ghost rule your life!" Blink was almost in tears as the memories flew back to him.

               "Andy, don't cry," I said, but I was crying too.

               "I can't help it, Erik, you know that." We were all of the sudden ten again. The years dripped away, and we were just lost boys, no longer newsies. We were Frank, Erik, and Andy, not Cowboy, Spot, and Kid Blink.

SO's


Ashley: I'm glad that you like it. Sorry about the confusion.

Kalasin Summerbreeze: I'm glad that you like it. Yeah, I was trying to make it as "un-marysuish" as possible. I'm hoping that works. I'm the first to admit that I write short chapters, but it worked for Jane Austen, so I'll make it work for me.