"My family, Spot. That's why I ran away. None of them care about me. Not
even my brother, and he taught me how to defend my self and stuff. I hate
knowing no one cares. All I have is my journal, and I fear it's all I'll
ever have." I looked down letting the tears fall silently into my lap.
"Youse got me, me and da newsies. Wese all care about ya," Spot said. I could feel him looking down at me.
"No, you're lying. You don't care about me. You just want action and you want to prove you can have any girl you want. You made a bet saying you could get me, didn't you?" I looked at him and backed out of his grip.
Spot looked at me appalled and shook his head. "No, Ise mean it when I says Ise care about ya."
"You should have just let me alone." I stood up. "I know you don't care. How could you? Not even my parents care. I'm just and ugly tomboy that guys fear!"
"Ise told ya before youse beautiful," he said also standing.
"Spot, you should have just left me alone! I am fine alone!" I ran past him, I needed to be alone. I didn't want anyone's sympathy.
I tripped after I was a long ways away from the pier. When I fell, I just sat there on the ground. My feat hurt because my shoes were still at the pier. What was I going to do? Now Spot know about my family. It was terrible. I never wanted to tell anyone. Now I am vulnerable; he saw me cry. That's worse than telling him. I stood up and whipped me face. I took in a deep breath. "I'll be just fine as long as only Spot knows, it'll be fine. Don't get caught crying again."
I walked back to the lodging house. I laid on my bed and stared at the bunk above me. I thought for a long while. I took out my journal and wrote my feelings into a poem.
What is wrong? What did I do? What is it about me That brings out the bad in you? You tell me I'm ugly And that I should just die. Why do you enjoy inflicting pain on me And causing me to cry? What is wrong? What did I do? I am human and have feelings Just as you do. So, why am I your target And the one you always torment Causing the love in my soul To forever remain dormant?
I read my poem and closed my journal. I put it in my pillow case. I just sat there. What was I going to do?
"Youse got me, me and da newsies. Wese all care about ya," Spot said. I could feel him looking down at me.
"No, you're lying. You don't care about me. You just want action and you want to prove you can have any girl you want. You made a bet saying you could get me, didn't you?" I looked at him and backed out of his grip.
Spot looked at me appalled and shook his head. "No, Ise mean it when I says Ise care about ya."
"You should have just let me alone." I stood up. "I know you don't care. How could you? Not even my parents care. I'm just and ugly tomboy that guys fear!"
"Ise told ya before youse beautiful," he said also standing.
"Spot, you should have just left me alone! I am fine alone!" I ran past him, I needed to be alone. I didn't want anyone's sympathy.
I tripped after I was a long ways away from the pier. When I fell, I just sat there on the ground. My feat hurt because my shoes were still at the pier. What was I going to do? Now Spot know about my family. It was terrible. I never wanted to tell anyone. Now I am vulnerable; he saw me cry. That's worse than telling him. I stood up and whipped me face. I took in a deep breath. "I'll be just fine as long as only Spot knows, it'll be fine. Don't get caught crying again."
I walked back to the lodging house. I laid on my bed and stared at the bunk above me. I thought for a long while. I took out my journal and wrote my feelings into a poem.
What is wrong? What did I do? What is it about me That brings out the bad in you? You tell me I'm ugly And that I should just die. Why do you enjoy inflicting pain on me And causing me to cry? What is wrong? What did I do? I am human and have feelings Just as you do. So, why am I your target And the one you always torment Causing the love in my soul To forever remain dormant?
I read my poem and closed my journal. I put it in my pillow case. I just sat there. What was I going to do?