"You know Faith, when I first met you I was extremely jealous of you and
your looks. I mean, you got all those guys who like you." Faith and I were
sitting on my bed in the bunk room chatting.
It was two weeks since she got here. We had become good friends. She was a wonderful person and hilarious. Turns out her parents died in a fire, and she didn't want to live in the orphanage; that's why she came here.
I haven't told her yet that I liked Spot, but I was planning on doing it soon. It was weird; I somehow found it very easy to trust her. Maybe it was because she was so much like myself. We may never know..
"The only problem is I don't know if guys like me for me or just these!" Faith responded pointing at her boobs and laughing hysterically.
I laughed too. "Guys really suck. Oh well, life goes on."
"Yeah they do, but as long as we stick together we'll be fine," she said smiling.
"Yep!" I gave her a hug and yawned. "I think we should get to bed. After all, we need to get up early to sell papes." I stuck out my tongue in play disgust.
"Yeah, you're right. Besides, I gotta sell with Spot tomorrow, and I do not want a rude awakening." Faith said with more laughter escaping her.
"Yeah, rude awakenings are not ever good here.." I said remembering when Sneak woke me up by screaming in my ear. "Good night." I gave her another hug.
"Night."
I finished selling my papers early that day. I wanted to go to the pier and relax with my feet in the water and listening to the waves. I always loved that. When I got there, I saw Spot and Faith on the crates. I think Spot said something funny because I saw Faith laugh really hard. When she stopped, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Spot grabbed her face and leaned in. They were kissing. Not just kissing though, but kissing passionately.
I gaped at them, tears forming in my eyes. But I thought Spot cared for me. I thought I felt it when I was around him. I thought he might.. I guess I was wrong. I was right, however, about him falling for Faith. Of course it would, because every great thing that is given to me is taken away just as quickly.
I couldn't handle the betrayal and hate that was welling in my system, so I ran. I was crying uncontrollably and could hardly see where I was going. All I knew of was that I wanted to leave Brooklyn as fast as I could. I ran over the Brooklyn Bridge and into Manhattan.
I didn't know what I was going to do, or where I was going to go. I really didn't care then. If know one else cared about me, why should I? I just wandered along lost in my thoughts. I never wanted to see Spot or Brooklyn again. I wanted to erase it from my memory. The tears were not falling so heavily now, and I was now thinking of Faith. I couldn't be mad at her, she didn't know.
I walked right into someone because, being the ditz that I am, I wasn't watching where I was going. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Lightenin?"
It was two weeks since she got here. We had become good friends. She was a wonderful person and hilarious. Turns out her parents died in a fire, and she didn't want to live in the orphanage; that's why she came here.
I haven't told her yet that I liked Spot, but I was planning on doing it soon. It was weird; I somehow found it very easy to trust her. Maybe it was because she was so much like myself. We may never know..
"The only problem is I don't know if guys like me for me or just these!" Faith responded pointing at her boobs and laughing hysterically.
I laughed too. "Guys really suck. Oh well, life goes on."
"Yeah they do, but as long as we stick together we'll be fine," she said smiling.
"Yep!" I gave her a hug and yawned. "I think we should get to bed. After all, we need to get up early to sell papes." I stuck out my tongue in play disgust.
"Yeah, you're right. Besides, I gotta sell with Spot tomorrow, and I do not want a rude awakening." Faith said with more laughter escaping her.
"Yeah, rude awakenings are not ever good here.." I said remembering when Sneak woke me up by screaming in my ear. "Good night." I gave her another hug.
"Night."
I finished selling my papers early that day. I wanted to go to the pier and relax with my feet in the water and listening to the waves. I always loved that. When I got there, I saw Spot and Faith on the crates. I think Spot said something funny because I saw Faith laugh really hard. When she stopped, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Spot grabbed her face and leaned in. They were kissing. Not just kissing though, but kissing passionately.
I gaped at them, tears forming in my eyes. But I thought Spot cared for me. I thought I felt it when I was around him. I thought he might.. I guess I was wrong. I was right, however, about him falling for Faith. Of course it would, because every great thing that is given to me is taken away just as quickly.
I couldn't handle the betrayal and hate that was welling in my system, so I ran. I was crying uncontrollably and could hardly see where I was going. All I knew of was that I wanted to leave Brooklyn as fast as I could. I ran over the Brooklyn Bridge and into Manhattan.
I didn't know what I was going to do, or where I was going to go. I really didn't care then. If know one else cared about me, why should I? I just wandered along lost in my thoughts. I never wanted to see Spot or Brooklyn again. I wanted to erase it from my memory. The tears were not falling so heavily now, and I was now thinking of Faith. I couldn't be mad at her, she didn't know.
I walked right into someone because, being the ditz that I am, I wasn't watching where I was going. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Lightenin?"