It had been two weeks, and neither Spot nor I mentioned anything about me
crying at the pier. It was as if it never happened. I wanted to keep it
that way. No one needed to know.
I was sitting on a bench looking up into the sky after I finished selling my papes. I was looking into the magnificently blue sky. The color reminded me so much of Spot's eyes. I shook my head trying to shake the thought from me. I noticed a thick patch of grey invading the grand sky. I needed to get back to the lodging house before the storm came in.
"Hey Courtney."
I jumped and looked to see a boy around the age of nineteen sitting next to me. He had short black hair, brown eyes, and extremely tan skin.
"Hey Greg. What the hell are you doing here?" Even though I had brownish red hair, green eyes, and a fairly pail complexion, Greg and I were still blood related.
"Looking for you. I miss ya," he said rubbing my head screwing up my hair. "I haven't seen you for like a month. Mom and Dad are pissed. They said if this is an attempt to get attention, it isn't going to work."
"Well it's not. I could stand living there any more, Greg. I'm not coming home. I am happy where I am." I said looking at him.
"What've you been up to?" He asked looking at me curiously.
"Selling papes. I'm a newsie now. I'm staying with some in one of the lodging houses," I dared not tell him exactly because I didn't want it to be given away. "Greg, don't tell Mom and Dad you saw me, please?"
"Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Come back any time to visit though, oh and please torture Tracey for me?"
He smiled evilly. "Yeah no problem. I'll come visit and make Tracey's life a living hell." He messed up my hair again. "See ya around." He stood up and left.
I stood up and headed for the direction of the lodging house. The sky started to get darker and darker. I was still a good ways away from the lodging house when the sky was completely dark and pouring. When I finally got to the lodging house, I was soaked and freezing. I walked into the bunk room and the guys all laughed at me.
"Oh yes, ha ha. I'm soaked and freezing. If you ain't careful, you'll also get soaked, BY ME!" They all stopped laughing and looked a tad nervous. See? Like I said, guys fear me. I walked over to my bunk and grabbed the clothes I usually slept in. I changed and hung my wet clothes on a chair next to my bed.
I sat on my bed and thought for a little while as to what had happened that day. I was willing to bet money that Greg wasn't going to tell anyone he saw me. I was also equally willing to bet he wasn't going to come back and visit. He just came looking for me because it was probably on parental commands, and they wanted the house clean. I knew for a fact they didn't miss me, for sure not me. Especially the way they treated me and talked to me. Not going back. No.
I turned to my pillow and dug in my pillow case for my journal. It wasn't there. I checked my bag. It wasn't there either.
"Cigar, where's my journal?" I asked turning to face Cigar sitting on his bunk next to mine.
"Ise dun know. Ise promise I didn't takes it," he said looking at me with a sort of scared look as if I was going to pounce on him like a cheetah to its prey.
"Thanks anyway." I went to Sneak, Tracks, Tweak, Crow, Tank, Bridge, and the other newsies seeing if any of them knew where my journal went. None did. After I asked them all and discovered none knew I was ready to cry, but I held back the urge.
I sat back on my bed trying to think what I had done with it. Where could it be? I asked all the newsies, and they all had about as much of a clue as me. There was only one newsies I didn't ask.. He wasn't in the bunk room. I hadn't seen him around.
"SPOT CONLON!!!!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?
A/N: okay, I was sorta going over my other chapies and I realize the poem didn't come out so here it is so that you can actually see it with the lines ya know? Oh, and a special thanks to you guys who keep leaving me reviews, I love reading them. I'll keep writing as long as you keep reading.
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 enoy 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 was sitting on a bench looking up into the sky after I finished selling my papes. I was looking into the magnificently blue sky. The color reminded me so much of Spot's eyes. I shook my head trying to shake the thought from me. I noticed a thick patch of grey invading the grand sky. I needed to get back to the lodging house before the storm came in.
"Hey Courtney."
I jumped and looked to see a boy around the age of nineteen sitting next to me. He had short black hair, brown eyes, and extremely tan skin.
"Hey Greg. What the hell are you doing here?" Even though I had brownish red hair, green eyes, and a fairly pail complexion, Greg and I were still blood related.
"Looking for you. I miss ya," he said rubbing my head screwing up my hair. "I haven't seen you for like a month. Mom and Dad are pissed. They said if this is an attempt to get attention, it isn't going to work."
"Well it's not. I could stand living there any more, Greg. I'm not coming home. I am happy where I am." I said looking at him.
"What've you been up to?" He asked looking at me curiously.
"Selling papes. I'm a newsie now. I'm staying with some in one of the lodging houses," I dared not tell him exactly because I didn't want it to be given away. "Greg, don't tell Mom and Dad you saw me, please?"
"Okay, I won't. I promise."
"Come back any time to visit though, oh and please torture Tracey for me?"
He smiled evilly. "Yeah no problem. I'll come visit and make Tracey's life a living hell." He messed up my hair again. "See ya around." He stood up and left.
I stood up and headed for the direction of the lodging house. The sky started to get darker and darker. I was still a good ways away from the lodging house when the sky was completely dark and pouring. When I finally got to the lodging house, I was soaked and freezing. I walked into the bunk room and the guys all laughed at me.
"Oh yes, ha ha. I'm soaked and freezing. If you ain't careful, you'll also get soaked, BY ME!" They all stopped laughing and looked a tad nervous. See? Like I said, guys fear me. I walked over to my bunk and grabbed the clothes I usually slept in. I changed and hung my wet clothes on a chair next to my bed.
I sat on my bed and thought for a little while as to what had happened that day. I was willing to bet money that Greg wasn't going to tell anyone he saw me. I was also equally willing to bet he wasn't going to come back and visit. He just came looking for me because it was probably on parental commands, and they wanted the house clean. I knew for a fact they didn't miss me, for sure not me. Especially the way they treated me and talked to me. Not going back. No.
I turned to my pillow and dug in my pillow case for my journal. It wasn't there. I checked my bag. It wasn't there either.
"Cigar, where's my journal?" I asked turning to face Cigar sitting on his bunk next to mine.
"Ise dun know. Ise promise I didn't takes it," he said looking at me with a sort of scared look as if I was going to pounce on him like a cheetah to its prey.
"Thanks anyway." I went to Sneak, Tracks, Tweak, Crow, Tank, Bridge, and the other newsies seeing if any of them knew where my journal went. None did. After I asked them all and discovered none knew I was ready to cry, but I held back the urge.
I sat back on my bed trying to think what I had done with it. Where could it be? I asked all the newsies, and they all had about as much of a clue as me. There was only one newsies I didn't ask.. He wasn't in the bunk room. I hadn't seen him around.
"SPOT CONLON!!!!!! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?
A/N: okay, I was sorta going over my other chapies and I realize the poem didn't come out so here it is so that you can actually see it with the lines ya know? Oh, and a special thanks to you guys who keep leaving me reviews, I love reading them. I'll keep writing as long as you keep reading.
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 enoy 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?