Angelfish- Thanks for reviewing. I love you guys. *tear* I will keep going
I have 14 chapters written it's just a matter of typing them and I have the
whole plot planned out.
Sarah and Sarah and Kara- Thanks a ton to you guys. You review before I ever get it on fanfic so without you guys I'd have a lot more mistakes in this story. You guys are the best.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get up. I know it was a really bad cliffhanger. I've had this typed a while now and every time I go to put it up, fanfic is overloaded and I can't. I'll try not set limits on how many reviews I want, because I know some of you really want me to keep going and I won't. So I know how you feel. Lol. Anyways...
And now finally Chapter 5
A strong arm reached down and pulled her up. The horses thundered by, one horse clipped her calf. She could tell there'd be a bruise there for a while. Another arm wrapped comfortably around her waist and set her on the side of the track. The side of the track she liked being on.
Raven looked up into her rescuer's face. Ice blue eyes bore into her sapphire ones. It was Spot Conlon. The one person in the entire world that she absolutely could not stand. They stared at each other a minute before Race came up and broke through the spell.
"Raven, youse okay?"
She started to speak when Spot interrupted, "Youse knows dis goil?"
"I'm fine, little bruised but not too bad. Thanks for asking Race." She empathized Race's name.
"Why was youse out dere on da track with eight 1000 pound horses coming at ya?" Spot asked like she was stupid.
"Well see I just wanted to see the poitty ponies." She mocked him by making her voice sound like a young child's. Spot looked at her furiously.
She looked around and realized all her papes were gone. Raven swore softly under her breath. "Looking for dese?" Race questioned holding a small stack of messy papes.
"Youse da best Race." She smiled.
"It's not all of dem, but it was all I could grab."
"Thanks"
"Youse a newsie?" This came from Spot.
"Yea, so?" she answered. "I'se sold in Brooklyn for years."
"Where?"
"Everywhere." She paused. "Two months ago. You get a newsie that come in with a shiner, bruise on da arm, and his gray vest ripped? He was taller den ya and had brown hair." Raven smiled "It was me dat soaked him."
"He said it was some newsie wit a black hat" she tipped her hat at Spot "but he said didn't say it was a goil."
"He didn't know. All dose newsies were easy ta fool. Dey never realized I'se a goil."
"My boys woulda known." Spot wouldn't admit defeat.
"Think whatever you want Conlon, ya always have." With that, she took her papes from Race and headed towards the exit. Her leg felt like it was on fire from where the horse had hit it. But she'd be damned before she collapsed before that arrogant bastard.
Still muttering stuff about Spot under her breath, she counted the papes she had left. Race had gotten most of them. 'Arrogant bastard' she thought to herself. She grumpily sold the rest of her papes.
Not wanting to talk to Race, she didn't go to Tibby's but a different restaurant. It was slightly more expensive but she didn't want to run into anyone. Taking a seat at the counter, she waited to order. Her slingshot fell out of her pocket. She made to reach for it but another hand grabbed it.
A/N: Going to have to wonder. Sorry it took me so long to get this up. To make up for it I'm putting up 2 more chapters. So please please please review.
Sarah and Sarah and Kara- Thanks a ton to you guys. You review before I ever get it on fanfic so without you guys I'd have a lot more mistakes in this story. You guys are the best.
A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get up. I know it was a really bad cliffhanger. I've had this typed a while now and every time I go to put it up, fanfic is overloaded and I can't. I'll try not set limits on how many reviews I want, because I know some of you really want me to keep going and I won't. So I know how you feel. Lol. Anyways...
And now finally Chapter 5
A strong arm reached down and pulled her up. The horses thundered by, one horse clipped her calf. She could tell there'd be a bruise there for a while. Another arm wrapped comfortably around her waist and set her on the side of the track. The side of the track she liked being on.
Raven looked up into her rescuer's face. Ice blue eyes bore into her sapphire ones. It was Spot Conlon. The one person in the entire world that she absolutely could not stand. They stared at each other a minute before Race came up and broke through the spell.
"Raven, youse okay?"
She started to speak when Spot interrupted, "Youse knows dis goil?"
"I'm fine, little bruised but not too bad. Thanks for asking Race." She empathized Race's name.
"Why was youse out dere on da track with eight 1000 pound horses coming at ya?" Spot asked like she was stupid.
"Well see I just wanted to see the poitty ponies." She mocked him by making her voice sound like a young child's. Spot looked at her furiously.
She looked around and realized all her papes were gone. Raven swore softly under her breath. "Looking for dese?" Race questioned holding a small stack of messy papes.
"Youse da best Race." She smiled.
"It's not all of dem, but it was all I could grab."
"Thanks"
"Youse a newsie?" This came from Spot.
"Yea, so?" she answered. "I'se sold in Brooklyn for years."
"Where?"
"Everywhere." She paused. "Two months ago. You get a newsie that come in with a shiner, bruise on da arm, and his gray vest ripped? He was taller den ya and had brown hair." Raven smiled "It was me dat soaked him."
"He said it was some newsie wit a black hat" she tipped her hat at Spot "but he said didn't say it was a goil."
"He didn't know. All dose newsies were easy ta fool. Dey never realized I'se a goil."
"My boys woulda known." Spot wouldn't admit defeat.
"Think whatever you want Conlon, ya always have." With that, she took her papes from Race and headed towards the exit. Her leg felt like it was on fire from where the horse had hit it. But she'd be damned before she collapsed before that arrogant bastard.
Still muttering stuff about Spot under her breath, she counted the papes she had left. Race had gotten most of them. 'Arrogant bastard' she thought to herself. She grumpily sold the rest of her papes.
Not wanting to talk to Race, she didn't go to Tibby's but a different restaurant. It was slightly more expensive but she didn't want to run into anyone. Taking a seat at the counter, she waited to order. Her slingshot fell out of her pocket. She made to reach for it but another hand grabbed it.
A/N: Going to have to wonder. Sorry it took me so long to get this up. To make up for it I'm putting up 2 more chapters. So please please please review.