Chapter 8
Emily walked down the streets of Brooklyn alone despite what Dag had said when she saw a well dressed boy for the first time in what felt like a year, but was really only a few days. He was fairly attractive and she could only imagine how horrible she looked. Sleeping in those horrid conditions and no makeup. She decided to try her luck.
"Oh pardon," she said bumping right into him.
"Excuse me miss," He said smiling and taking off his hat. "I haven't seen you around before."
"New York is a large place,"
"Yes but my father has introduced me to all the young ladies from well off families in New York."
"I'm staying with a…. friend," So that wretched girl wasn't exactly a friend but still.
"Anyone I know?" he asked knowing he was putting her on the spot.
"Kathryn Daponte," she replied hoping he hadn't heard of her.
"Kathryn Daponte, I thought she was away at school." He replied now very curious.
"Well she's back for a…… a visit," Emily hoped this was working. If she could get to this boy he could help her contact her father.
"So how do you know Kathryn?"
"I go to school with her. We're close friends."
"Finally that girl makes friends with normal people."
"You know her other friends?"
"She took you to meet them?" His attitude towards her changed dramatically. "and her father allowed it?"
"I've never even met her Father,"
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Dag yawned. She lay in bed knowing she didn't have to get up for another half an hour or so but couldn't get back to sleep. Curled up against Spot with his arm wrapped around her small figure. Despite her preference to not have twelve dozen different thought running through her ever working mind, Dag was deep in thought again.
Emily hadn't come back the night before. Dag would have preferred to forget about the obnoxious girl but was instead slightly worried about her. Although Emily would never admit it sleeping in the warehouse was better than the streets. So she wasn't just to far from the warehouse last night and decided to sleep in the streets, No Emily would never do something like that.
Even though Kate was her friend she seemed to be less worried than Spot about Emily and he didn't even know Emily's name let alone cared about what happened to her. Dag had decided that maybe Kate just wasn't showing that she was worried and was really upset. Though Dag highly doubted it.
Her thoughts shifted to how quiet Miracle had been around her lately. Ever since that first day after Jack had brought her back, Miracle had been abnormally Quiet around Dag, even more quiet than Allison and she didn't speak. Well around Dag she didn't. Apparently around Paige she spoke regularly in a normal volume.
Spot rolled over removing his arm and taking the blanket with him. Dag growled and pulled the blanket back with a quick jerk leaving Spot to shiver. He eventually rolled back now facing her and pulled her in closer. He wasn't really asleep though he pretended to get some blanket.
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"So none of you boys have seen Emily?" Dag asked for confirmation as they walked to the distribution center.
"Sorry Dag, we ain't seen hah," Flame confirmed for the girl.
"Ugh. Despite how much I don't wanna care I can't bring meself to do it." Dag growled to anyone who was listening.
"I say youse listen to want ya wanna do and forget de hah." Spot said trying to give his girl some advice.
"Thank you Spot dat was real helpful," Dag replied sarcasticly.
"Just get yeh papes and t'ink about it lader." Spot instructed.
"Fine," Dag muttered buying her papers.
Selling was good and they finished quickly when someone Kathryn never expected to see came into vision. Jamie. She ducked out of the way hoping he wouldn't see her.
"Dag what are you doing?" Why asked looking down at Dag for the first time.
"Is dere a guy wid a fancy suit on?" Dag asked in response.
"Yeah but he's looking the other way. Why?"
"Good. Run," Dag replied taking off. Weaving through the crowds she looked back to see if her was pursuing. She cursed. He was. "Okay, Why I need you to go back to the dock. Spot is prolly dere by now. Stay on de dock." Dag instructed.
"Why?"
"Now is not the time to yearn ya name, go" She hissed.
Why reluctantly broke off and started towards the dock allowing Dag to increase her pace. Ducking into another alley she ran head first into someone.
"Dag?" Mark stood right in front of her.
"Not now," Dag replied taking off again.
"Ya running from de cops?" he asked starting to run with her.
"Did I not say not now," she barked.
"Sorry," he replied defensively.
Dag ignored his apology, and took another sharp turn and then another. Mark was having a hard time keeping up with her so she figured she'd shaken Jamie off.
"Who were you running from?" Mark asked catching his breath.
"No one. What do you not run much in Maine?" Dag replied not half as tired as he was.
"Na, we don't need to."
"No bulls?"
"De cops don't bother us much,"
"What are you doing here?" Dag asked starting to walk. Mark rolled his eyes wondering if she ever stopped moving.
"Decided to see if de rumors 'bout Brooklyn were true."
"Spot's real territorial, don't like it when oder newsies invade Brooklyn."
"Whoa I'm not invading, just visiting. I'm not here to pick any fights."
"Dag," Spot said showing up out of now where(which is his specialty). He eyed Mark evilly before continuing cautiously. "Why said youse was bein' chased by a boy."
"Spot, dis is Mark. Mark dis is Spot, de leadah of de Brooklyn newsies." Dag said figuring she needed to do the introductions.
Mark held out his hand, but Spot ignored it and continued to keep his defenses up(not that he ever lowered them). Mark lowered his hand timidly, he was obviously intimidated my the Brooklyn boy.
"Who's he?" Spot asked ignoring the other boy.
"I told you Mark,"
"No, who is he?"
"Oh, he's a newsie I met in Maine." Dag explained.
"What's he doin' heah?"
"Came to visit," Dag said and watched trying to understand boys as Spot eyed Mark evilly.
"Why was he chasin' ya?" Spot asking turning his attention back to Dag.
"You ask to many questions," Dag replied giving him a playful push.
"Why was he chasin' ya?" Spot repeated himself.
"He wasn't,"
"Who was?"
"Promise to stop asking questions, it's starting to get on me noives."
"Will you two stop talking like I'm not here," Mark said finally getting the nerve to interrupt.
"If Dag tells me who was chasin' hah," Spot said to Dag instead of Mark.
"Jaime," Dag's response seemed to really piss Spot off.
Emily walked down the streets of Brooklyn alone despite what Dag had said when she saw a well dressed boy for the first time in what felt like a year, but was really only a few days. He was fairly attractive and she could only imagine how horrible she looked. Sleeping in those horrid conditions and no makeup. She decided to try her luck.
"Oh pardon," she said bumping right into him.
"Excuse me miss," He said smiling and taking off his hat. "I haven't seen you around before."
"New York is a large place,"
"Yes but my father has introduced me to all the young ladies from well off families in New York."
"I'm staying with a…. friend," So that wretched girl wasn't exactly a friend but still.
"Anyone I know?" he asked knowing he was putting her on the spot.
"Kathryn Daponte," she replied hoping he hadn't heard of her.
"Kathryn Daponte, I thought she was away at school." He replied now very curious.
"Well she's back for a…… a visit," Emily hoped this was working. If she could get to this boy he could help her contact her father.
"So how do you know Kathryn?"
"I go to school with her. We're close friends."
"Finally that girl makes friends with normal people."
"You know her other friends?"
"She took you to meet them?" His attitude towards her changed dramatically. "and her father allowed it?"
"I've never even met her Father,"
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Dag yawned. She lay in bed knowing she didn't have to get up for another half an hour or so but couldn't get back to sleep. Curled up against Spot with his arm wrapped around her small figure. Despite her preference to not have twelve dozen different thought running through her ever working mind, Dag was deep in thought again.
Emily hadn't come back the night before. Dag would have preferred to forget about the obnoxious girl but was instead slightly worried about her. Although Emily would never admit it sleeping in the warehouse was better than the streets. So she wasn't just to far from the warehouse last night and decided to sleep in the streets, No Emily would never do something like that.
Even though Kate was her friend she seemed to be less worried than Spot about Emily and he didn't even know Emily's name let alone cared about what happened to her. Dag had decided that maybe Kate just wasn't showing that she was worried and was really upset. Though Dag highly doubted it.
Her thoughts shifted to how quiet Miracle had been around her lately. Ever since that first day after Jack had brought her back, Miracle had been abnormally Quiet around Dag, even more quiet than Allison and she didn't speak. Well around Dag she didn't. Apparently around Paige she spoke regularly in a normal volume.
Spot rolled over removing his arm and taking the blanket with him. Dag growled and pulled the blanket back with a quick jerk leaving Spot to shiver. He eventually rolled back now facing her and pulled her in closer. He wasn't really asleep though he pretended to get some blanket.
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"So none of you boys have seen Emily?" Dag asked for confirmation as they walked to the distribution center.
"Sorry Dag, we ain't seen hah," Flame confirmed for the girl.
"Ugh. Despite how much I don't wanna care I can't bring meself to do it." Dag growled to anyone who was listening.
"I say youse listen to want ya wanna do and forget de hah." Spot said trying to give his girl some advice.
"Thank you Spot dat was real helpful," Dag replied sarcasticly.
"Just get yeh papes and t'ink about it lader." Spot instructed.
"Fine," Dag muttered buying her papers.
Selling was good and they finished quickly when someone Kathryn never expected to see came into vision. Jamie. She ducked out of the way hoping he wouldn't see her.
"Dag what are you doing?" Why asked looking down at Dag for the first time.
"Is dere a guy wid a fancy suit on?" Dag asked in response.
"Yeah but he's looking the other way. Why?"
"Good. Run," Dag replied taking off. Weaving through the crowds she looked back to see if her was pursuing. She cursed. He was. "Okay, Why I need you to go back to the dock. Spot is prolly dere by now. Stay on de dock." Dag instructed.
"Why?"
"Now is not the time to yearn ya name, go" She hissed.
Why reluctantly broke off and started towards the dock allowing Dag to increase her pace. Ducking into another alley she ran head first into someone.
"Dag?" Mark stood right in front of her.
"Not now," Dag replied taking off again.
"Ya running from de cops?" he asked starting to run with her.
"Did I not say not now," she barked.
"Sorry," he replied defensively.
Dag ignored his apology, and took another sharp turn and then another. Mark was having a hard time keeping up with her so she figured she'd shaken Jamie off.
"Who were you running from?" Mark asked catching his breath.
"No one. What do you not run much in Maine?" Dag replied not half as tired as he was.
"Na, we don't need to."
"No bulls?"
"De cops don't bother us much,"
"What are you doing here?" Dag asked starting to walk. Mark rolled his eyes wondering if she ever stopped moving.
"Decided to see if de rumors 'bout Brooklyn were true."
"Spot's real territorial, don't like it when oder newsies invade Brooklyn."
"Whoa I'm not invading, just visiting. I'm not here to pick any fights."
"Dag," Spot said showing up out of now where(which is his specialty). He eyed Mark evilly before continuing cautiously. "Why said youse was bein' chased by a boy."
"Spot, dis is Mark. Mark dis is Spot, de leadah of de Brooklyn newsies." Dag said figuring she needed to do the introductions.
Mark held out his hand, but Spot ignored it and continued to keep his defenses up(not that he ever lowered them). Mark lowered his hand timidly, he was obviously intimidated my the Brooklyn boy.
"Who's he?" Spot asked ignoring the other boy.
"I told you Mark,"
"No, who is he?"
"Oh, he's a newsie I met in Maine." Dag explained.
"What's he doin' heah?"
"Came to visit," Dag said and watched trying to understand boys as Spot eyed Mark evilly.
"Why was he chasin' ya?" Spot asking turning his attention back to Dag.
"You ask to many questions," Dag replied giving him a playful push.
"Why was he chasin' ya?" Spot repeated himself.
"He wasn't,"
"Who was?"
"Promise to stop asking questions, it's starting to get on me noives."
"Will you two stop talking like I'm not here," Mark said finally getting the nerve to interrupt.
"If Dag tells me who was chasin' hah," Spot said to Dag instead of Mark.
"Jaime," Dag's response seemed to really piss Spot off.
