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Happy Thanksgiving to everyone! ^^ Here's the results... hardly anyone voted, but i was really anxious to put up the next chapter.

Results: Bumlets - 2, Crutchy - 1, Specs - 1, Jack - 1

You can still vote for: crutchy, specs, david, jack. wow, only four left! so, don't forget to vote! alrighty, now that's done... here's bumlets!

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Fear

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You got a different question this time? Haha, I thought so. Really, you'd think that notebook and pencil would be stuck to your hand. But that's not a bad thing! At least you have something to do. That's your question? Hmm… fear. That's a really interesting one you've got there. Different from the other ones you asked.

You know what? I'll give you a straight-out answer. My fear is finding things that I don't intend to know. Things that may hurt others and the way we think. I'm not saying that finding out things is bad, cause its not… I'm glad that those smart scientists and teachers are finding better ways to improve things. I'm not complaining about that. Sometimes easy can be good… but sometimes the hard way can be better. I'm not talking about traditional ways… right, like I'd want to go back to those times.

I guess its kind of the same as discovering. It's like that time when we found out about Jack not having a family in Santa Fe, finding him in those clothes and dressed up as a scab, and finding out that Denton wasn't working for The Sun anymore. We all found that out during the strike. You can look at it either way… good or bad. But most of us stuck with the bad. We weren't really that happy. We thought that everything was going so well… and look at what happened. But what were we going to expect? That Pulitzer was going to change his policies just because we said so? Yeah, right.

I have a habit of finding out things… things that aren't necessarily good for me. You'd think that my older sister would be there to look out for me when our parents were gone. Of course I'd take care of you, that's what she said. So I stayed with her. What was I to do? I had nowhere else to go. We were really lucky to find an apartment that held at least two people. It wasn't home, but it was a place to come back to. I never really knew what she did that gave us money. I didn't care. I knew we needed it, and she had it.

But who wouldn't get suspicious? They were LOADS of money, really. More than I expect her to make from working at a factory or being a barmaid. I guess my curiosity got the best of me. As soon as I found out, I felt different. I felt unclean. This what was she was doing? She got all that money just from selling her body? I knew that we needed money, but I didn't want it that way. I didn't think like I did now… if I looked with my eyes now, I wouldn't have thought it was wrong. She was just somebody trying to live. But I was young, then, and I thought differently.

I hated her for that. She never knew that I followed her one day and ran back to our apartment all cold and confused. What irritated me the most was that her attitude changed. She liked what she was doing and her greed got the best of her. She wasn't my sister anymore. So I left. Just like that. She probably wouldn't have cared… I was just extra body space.

But the other things I found weren't that bad. I found the newsies and selling papes. I found Kloppman, Jack, and all the other boys. I found Tibby's and Medda. I found Manhattan and Brooklyn. I found something that I knew I could hold on to.

That was it for me, my fear is finding. You never really know what to expect… the bad or the good. But you can't really point out what you can find, can you? It all depends. So you see, you can find SO many things… things that can destroy you for life or things that can leave you smiling with content.

-Bumlets

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Shout-outs

Sapphy: lol, if you think about it... she's actually kinda scary... but anyways! hahah. *whispers* write more for your island ff! (too scared to say it again)

FrenchyGoil: Haha yeah, that's my mission in life, to make all of you cry. I'm doing a good job, aren't i? lol. i used to be afraid of dogs... but i'm not anymore. haha, glad that i'm not or else i'll be paranoid around any dog. oohh... i see why you don't have an account! *nod*

BitterSweetDragon: hiya! actually, i kinda like the specs chapter... it ain't THAT sad...

Sagey: aw, its okay sagey! *hugs* lol. fear is actually the first completely angst ff i wrote... or at least i think so. yeah, it is. yeah. *nod* lol.