AN: Oh my gosh guys, I am so sorry. I'm getting really busy lately and
won't be able to update very often, so I'm setting a new update limit for
myself. Once a year. Just kidding! I'll TRY once every 2 weeks, but I
can in no way guarantee it. I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!
Christine shivered as she woke up in the middle of the night. She looked over at Tracks and his puppy Railroad who had cuddled up together. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she was able to remember that fateful day when her life completely changed. . . .
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Late at night, Laces and her little brother Sam wandered back home through a street in the Bronx. 8 year-old Sam was giggling as he skipped along. Laces followed her brother a little more thoughtfully. She wondered if her parents were home from working at the restaurant. When they arrived a mob of men were huddled in front of their tenement. Several bloodied men were lying dead on the street. Frederick Martin was among the men who had become involved with a street gang that ended his life. Abby Martin was also lying on the ground. She had died from a heart attack. Christy quickly grabbed her brother's hand and pulled him up to their tenement. She found her older sibling Sam sitting at the table with his head resting on it. A bottle of beer was next to his hand. Laces ran over to Gilbert and gently shook him.
"Gil? You dere?" She said, tears running down her cheek. He didn't respond, so she shook him harder. He finally did react with a slap across her cheek. She looked at him in horror and smelled the aroma of alcohol she would come to associate him with. She ran into the bedroom, grabbed her things and Sam's, grabbed her parent's money under their mattress, and ran out of the tenement with Sam. They only paused to bid their dead parents farewell before running off to a new life.
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She opened her eyes; startled she had let her mind wander like that. Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself down and fell asleep. The next morning, she awoke early as usual and wandered back over to the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House and arrived only a few moments before the boys rushed out the door. Boots saw her and smiled.
"Back ta vist again, huh?" He smiled.
"Yeah, I just can't get enough o' youse guys." She joked.
"Hey, we'se planned da rally at Medda's. It's tahnight, will we see youse dere?"
"You bet. I wouldn't miss it for da woild." The two joined the others as they walked away.
AN: AAAAAAAHHH! I've hit a writer's block for this chapter! I will say I'm trying to get the next chapter chock full of stuff so you won't want to stop reading! Ummm, if you have any story suggestions, PLEASE e-mail them to Accent@a-teens.net. NOT in a review. I will not count them in a review and I don't want you to spoil it for everyone if I do choose to include it! Please don't leave it in a review, that's all I'm saying. . . .but I still want reviews for writing in general. Is my writing in a NY accent getting annoying 'cause if it is I'll stop! Thank you kindly!
Christine shivered as she woke up in the middle of the night. She looked over at Tracks and his puppy Railroad who had cuddled up together. She knew she wouldn't be able to sleep, but she was able to remember that fateful day when her life completely changed. . . .
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Late at night, Laces and her little brother Sam wandered back home through a street in the Bronx. 8 year-old Sam was giggling as he skipped along. Laces followed her brother a little more thoughtfully. She wondered if her parents were home from working at the restaurant. When they arrived a mob of men were huddled in front of their tenement. Several bloodied men were lying dead on the street. Frederick Martin was among the men who had become involved with a street gang that ended his life. Abby Martin was also lying on the ground. She had died from a heart attack. Christy quickly grabbed her brother's hand and pulled him up to their tenement. She found her older sibling Sam sitting at the table with his head resting on it. A bottle of beer was next to his hand. Laces ran over to Gilbert and gently shook him.
"Gil? You dere?" She said, tears running down her cheek. He didn't respond, so she shook him harder. He finally did react with a slap across her cheek. She looked at him in horror and smelled the aroma of alcohol she would come to associate him with. She ran into the bedroom, grabbed her things and Sam's, grabbed her parent's money under their mattress, and ran out of the tenement with Sam. They only paused to bid their dead parents farewell before running off to a new life.
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She opened her eyes; startled she had let her mind wander like that. Taking a few deep breaths, she calmed herself down and fell asleep. The next morning, she awoke early as usual and wandered back over to the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House and arrived only a few moments before the boys rushed out the door. Boots saw her and smiled.
"Back ta vist again, huh?" He smiled.
"Yeah, I just can't get enough o' youse guys." She joked.
"Hey, we'se planned da rally at Medda's. It's tahnight, will we see youse dere?"
"You bet. I wouldn't miss it for da woild." The two joined the others as they walked away.
AN: AAAAAAAHHH! I've hit a writer's block for this chapter! I will say I'm trying to get the next chapter chock full of stuff so you won't want to stop reading! Ummm, if you have any story suggestions, PLEASE e-mail them to Accent@a-teens.net. NOT in a review. I will not count them in a review and I don't want you to spoil it for everyone if I do choose to include it! Please don't leave it in a review, that's all I'm saying. . . .but I still want reviews for writing in general. Is my writing in a NY accent getting annoying 'cause if it is I'll stop! Thank you kindly!