A/N Here's another. I'm sry that I'm such a terrible updater TDDUP will
come soon..I hope!
John's apartment was small and plain. He lived on the fourth floor of a tenement. It was made up of only one room. There was a bed by the window, and a stove in one corner. A table sat on a rug not too far from the stove. It was defiantly lived in by a man.
John walked over to the stove and put some water on to boil. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Sure," I sat down on one of the chairs. John joined me, "So kid, what do you do?"
"Well, I'm a newsie." John gave me a look, "A newsie huh?"
"Yeah," I said it as more of a question than as a statement. "I just don't see you doing that kid. Hawkin' the headlines and all."
"Oh." I took a deep gulp of my tea. "What do you see me doing instead?" John thought about this for a moment, "I dunno kid, you're like the ocean. People see the surface, but you never know what's underneath. I used to be a sailor you know." John launched into long tales about his different voyages, but I didn't hear them. I kept thinking about what he said 'you're like an ocean.'
"Uh, what time is it?" John looked at his clock, "5:10, dang you missed the afternoon addition."
"Ah, crap. I better go." John nodded and stood up, walking me to his apartment door, "Come back, it was nice to talk with you."
"Um, sure." I ran out of the tenement, down the stairs, and into the streets of New York. Evening was coming upon the city fast. I walked away from the building wrapping my jacket around me, a breeze had picked up and I was surprisingly cold. How stupid was I? I couldn't go back there. List, list, I had to stay hidden, but John there was no threat.
I had no idea where to go, the boys were probably finishing selling or already done. I picked a stoop and sat down on it. I heard the laughter of a familiar voice come towards me.
Jack rounded the corner and saw a familiar figure sitting on a tenement stoop. A look of fear crossed his eyes. He turned and rammed his head into the metal railing forgetting that it was there. Reeling back he tripped over his own feet falling down the concrete steps, and ended up sitting ungracefully on the side walk. Standing up he walked backwards right into a game of marbles. Several kids screamed angrily at him, and a few threw marbles at him. He continued hastily backwards, turned into an alley hit some trashcans and ended up sprawled in the pile of trashcans and covered with food remains.
I picked several apple peals of me. I shook my head, ridding my hair of food particles. "That was pretty funny." Jack's face peered down at me. "Oh yeah, it was really funny," a scowl formed on my lips as I responded to his statement.
"I thought it was," Jack extended a hand to help me up out of the pile of debris, "Those kids really like you."
"Oh they're just jealous because I'm so good at marbles." Jack laughed, then sobered, "You need to explain yourself."
I stood up from the pile of trash, "About what?"
"About Tibby's." I gave him a slight glare, "What's there to talk about?" Jack glared back, "If one of my boys thinks he is going to die, I think I deserve to know why."
"How stupid can you get?" Jack pushed me up against the wall, "Listen kid, don't go getting all hoity toity with me. You're new around here so don't think for one minute that you can stay, or that we trust you."
I tried to push Jack away but he was stronger then me, "Don't worry about it Jack, I know you don't trust me." I felt Jack's arms relax a little, "You're not going to ever make friends if you keep acting like this."
"What make you think I want friends?" Jack looked annoyed and angry with me, "I dunno, stupid me for even caring. So, what do you want to hear huh? Oh I know I hate you, go to hell! Look you got what you wanted."
I watch Jack storm away, I slid down the alley wall, my head felt like it was going to explode, I knew I wanted to cry but I didn't, I didn't let myself and I hated myself for it. I hung my head between my legs trying to clear it I stood up and walked back towards the lodging house.
I waved to Kloppman and walked up the dusty stairs. Jack was playing poker and ignored me. No one was talking to me or making eye contact. I looked at Race who was concentrating very hard on his cards. I walked to my bunk and crawled under the covers, this was just what I wanted.
A/N I know it's short but it's something right? Now be good and review and I'll post quicker than before! Sli
John's apartment was small and plain. He lived on the fourth floor of a tenement. It was made up of only one room. There was a bed by the window, and a stove in one corner. A table sat on a rug not too far from the stove. It was defiantly lived in by a man.
John walked over to the stove and put some water on to boil. "Do you want to sit down?"
"Sure," I sat down on one of the chairs. John joined me, "So kid, what do you do?"
"Well, I'm a newsie." John gave me a look, "A newsie huh?"
"Yeah," I said it as more of a question than as a statement. "I just don't see you doing that kid. Hawkin' the headlines and all."
"Oh." I took a deep gulp of my tea. "What do you see me doing instead?" John thought about this for a moment, "I dunno kid, you're like the ocean. People see the surface, but you never know what's underneath. I used to be a sailor you know." John launched into long tales about his different voyages, but I didn't hear them. I kept thinking about what he said 'you're like an ocean.'
"Uh, what time is it?" John looked at his clock, "5:10, dang you missed the afternoon addition."
"Ah, crap. I better go." John nodded and stood up, walking me to his apartment door, "Come back, it was nice to talk with you."
"Um, sure." I ran out of the tenement, down the stairs, and into the streets of New York. Evening was coming upon the city fast. I walked away from the building wrapping my jacket around me, a breeze had picked up and I was surprisingly cold. How stupid was I? I couldn't go back there. List, list, I had to stay hidden, but John there was no threat.
I had no idea where to go, the boys were probably finishing selling or already done. I picked a stoop and sat down on it. I heard the laughter of a familiar voice come towards me.
Jack rounded the corner and saw a familiar figure sitting on a tenement stoop. A look of fear crossed his eyes. He turned and rammed his head into the metal railing forgetting that it was there. Reeling back he tripped over his own feet falling down the concrete steps, and ended up sitting ungracefully on the side walk. Standing up he walked backwards right into a game of marbles. Several kids screamed angrily at him, and a few threw marbles at him. He continued hastily backwards, turned into an alley hit some trashcans and ended up sprawled in the pile of trashcans and covered with food remains.
I picked several apple peals of me. I shook my head, ridding my hair of food particles. "That was pretty funny." Jack's face peered down at me. "Oh yeah, it was really funny," a scowl formed on my lips as I responded to his statement.
"I thought it was," Jack extended a hand to help me up out of the pile of debris, "Those kids really like you."
"Oh they're just jealous because I'm so good at marbles." Jack laughed, then sobered, "You need to explain yourself."
I stood up from the pile of trash, "About what?"
"About Tibby's." I gave him a slight glare, "What's there to talk about?" Jack glared back, "If one of my boys thinks he is going to die, I think I deserve to know why."
"How stupid can you get?" Jack pushed me up against the wall, "Listen kid, don't go getting all hoity toity with me. You're new around here so don't think for one minute that you can stay, or that we trust you."
I tried to push Jack away but he was stronger then me, "Don't worry about it Jack, I know you don't trust me." I felt Jack's arms relax a little, "You're not going to ever make friends if you keep acting like this."
"What make you think I want friends?" Jack looked annoyed and angry with me, "I dunno, stupid me for even caring. So, what do you want to hear huh? Oh I know I hate you, go to hell! Look you got what you wanted."
I watch Jack storm away, I slid down the alley wall, my head felt like it was going to explode, I knew I wanted to cry but I didn't, I didn't let myself and I hated myself for it. I hung my head between my legs trying to clear it I stood up and walked back towards the lodging house.
I waved to Kloppman and walked up the dusty stairs. Jack was playing poker and ignored me. No one was talking to me or making eye contact. I looked at Race who was concentrating very hard on his cards. I walked to my bunk and crawled under the covers, this was just what I wanted.
A/N I know it's short but it's something right? Now be good and review and I'll post quicker than before! Sli