YAY! it's a sequel, ok so I'm a dork, and wrote another sequel, but who cares.
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Journey and Sydney, well so far. The rest belong to some really cool person and if I marry you then could we share the newsies?
Spot: Youse are so pathetic
Just imagine. Me owning you. I will have you serve me my grapes
Spot: Youse and yer grapes are getting out of hand
No its not.
Race: Yes it is
When did you get here?
Race: Now.
Wow, so informative. No wonder you guys ::mumbles something::
Spot: What was dat?
Yer gonna have to wait for the next chapter to find out.
Enjoy the chapter*****************
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Dear Journal,
How have you been? I've been pretty good. I forgot all about you after my little incident at the bridge. That was, at least four months ago. Well actually, it'll be four months tomorrow. I won't ever forget that day. I will love Spot more then ever for saving me. It's just amazing on how close we got after that incident.
I have moved to Brooklyn to be closer to Spot. I don't know why. The day I left I felt as if I was giving up my life for someone that I didn't know if I can fully trust. I've heard so many rumors of Spot going out late in the night and drinking and pick up as many whores as he can. I don't see him most nights because I'm usually hanging out playing poker or with my girls at Medda's. I don't know if I trust him when he denies it.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got a job, well besides being a newsie. I'm a back up singer for one of my friends who work at a clothes factory. Medda went to her work and wanted a girl with black hair and that's where my friend Sydney comes into play. Sydney has the most wonderful voice I've heard. Don't tell Medda, but I think she has some competition.
I think the only thing that has changed during these months was that the newsies look at me differently. Like I'm some kind of freak, and that's why I don't get anything anymore. I feel like I'm an outsider, but whats new. I have some friends. Yeah, some.
I'll write later after I have a talk with Spot about me going back to Manhattan,
Journey
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I set my journal down and looked out at the window I was sitting at. I saw a thin figure walk towards the Lodging House and knew who exactly I was. I got up and placing my journal under my pillow and walked down to meet him. I was taking one step at a time when Spot came stomping up the staircase.
"Spot? What's wrong?" He looked at me with icy cold eyes and pushed me slightly to the side as he walked the rest of the way up to his room. I just stood there wondering what happened, or what did I do?
"Youse okay dere Journey?" I looked over and it was Slither. Slither was a good friend of mine and he has always been there for me.
"Yea I'm fine. Do youse know what happened wit Spot?"
"Nah. Whyse?"
"Ise just have a feeling." I walked the remaining stairs and walked right to Spots door. I knocked gently but he didn't answer. "Spot?" I knocked once more. I heard him unlock the door and I hesitated at first but then turned the knob.
"Is dere sometin youse wanted Journey?" I looked towards the voice and I saw Spot leaning against the wall next to the window looking among the night crawlers on the streets. I walked in and closed the door behind me and turned back around.
"Whats going on?"
"None of yer business." I hated when he got like this.
"Fine. Here's sometin Ise wanted to ask ya, but now I'm just telling ya cause Ise made up me mind." He looked at me with a questionable look in his eyes.
"And whats dat?" He said hastily and filled with annoyance.
"I'm going back to Manhattan."
"What are youse talking bout? What bout us?"
"Dats up to youse. Ise miss me home. And wese hardly see each odder. So whyse not put a few miles in da equation. It won't matter." He stood up straight and folded his arms.
"Whats dat suppose to mean?"
"Ise don't know Spot. Find out fer yerself for once." I opened the door and into the bunkroom. I gathered my bag and my journal from underneath my pillow. I then said my goodbyes to my friends and headed out the door.
I was walking down the road when the lamps were blown out by the cold wind. It was January and for some reason, it was always colder then December. I stepped closer to the Manhattan Lodging House wishing I was already there, in the warmth and the feeling of safety. When I'm outside, you have no idea who could be out there. There are way to many weirdos out there, and that's basically why no one would let me out at night. I guess tonight, no one wanted to make sure I was safe. That's ok, because all I need is a blanket and a bed.
I walked up the steps of the Lodging House and turned the doorknob……..
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Please review, I know its been awhile
3always
SaMi~!
Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Journey and Sydney, well so far. The rest belong to some really cool person and if I marry you then could we share the newsies?
Spot: Youse are so pathetic
Just imagine. Me owning you. I will have you serve me my grapes
Spot: Youse and yer grapes are getting out of hand
No its not.
Race: Yes it is
When did you get here?
Race: Now.
Wow, so informative. No wonder you guys ::mumbles something::
Spot: What was dat?
Yer gonna have to wait for the next chapter to find out.
Enjoy the chapter*****************
_________________________________________________
Dear Journal,
How have you been? I've been pretty good. I forgot all about you after my little incident at the bridge. That was, at least four months ago. Well actually, it'll be four months tomorrow. I won't ever forget that day. I will love Spot more then ever for saving me. It's just amazing on how close we got after that incident.
I have moved to Brooklyn to be closer to Spot. I don't know why. The day I left I felt as if I was giving up my life for someone that I didn't know if I can fully trust. I've heard so many rumors of Spot going out late in the night and drinking and pick up as many whores as he can. I don't see him most nights because I'm usually hanging out playing poker or with my girls at Medda's. I don't know if I trust him when he denies it.
Oh, I forgot to tell you. I got a job, well besides being a newsie. I'm a back up singer for one of my friends who work at a clothes factory. Medda went to her work and wanted a girl with black hair and that's where my friend Sydney comes into play. Sydney has the most wonderful voice I've heard. Don't tell Medda, but I think she has some competition.
I think the only thing that has changed during these months was that the newsies look at me differently. Like I'm some kind of freak, and that's why I don't get anything anymore. I feel like I'm an outsider, but whats new. I have some friends. Yeah, some.
I'll write later after I have a talk with Spot about me going back to Manhattan,
Journey
______________________________________________________
I set my journal down and looked out at the window I was sitting at. I saw a thin figure walk towards the Lodging House and knew who exactly I was. I got up and placing my journal under my pillow and walked down to meet him. I was taking one step at a time when Spot came stomping up the staircase.
"Spot? What's wrong?" He looked at me with icy cold eyes and pushed me slightly to the side as he walked the rest of the way up to his room. I just stood there wondering what happened, or what did I do?
"Youse okay dere Journey?" I looked over and it was Slither. Slither was a good friend of mine and he has always been there for me.
"Yea I'm fine. Do youse know what happened wit Spot?"
"Nah. Whyse?"
"Ise just have a feeling." I walked the remaining stairs and walked right to Spots door. I knocked gently but he didn't answer. "Spot?" I knocked once more. I heard him unlock the door and I hesitated at first but then turned the knob.
"Is dere sometin youse wanted Journey?" I looked towards the voice and I saw Spot leaning against the wall next to the window looking among the night crawlers on the streets. I walked in and closed the door behind me and turned back around.
"Whats going on?"
"None of yer business." I hated when he got like this.
"Fine. Here's sometin Ise wanted to ask ya, but now I'm just telling ya cause Ise made up me mind." He looked at me with a questionable look in his eyes.
"And whats dat?" He said hastily and filled with annoyance.
"I'm going back to Manhattan."
"What are youse talking bout? What bout us?"
"Dats up to youse. Ise miss me home. And wese hardly see each odder. So whyse not put a few miles in da equation. It won't matter." He stood up straight and folded his arms.
"Whats dat suppose to mean?"
"Ise don't know Spot. Find out fer yerself for once." I opened the door and into the bunkroom. I gathered my bag and my journal from underneath my pillow. I then said my goodbyes to my friends and headed out the door.
I was walking down the road when the lamps were blown out by the cold wind. It was January and for some reason, it was always colder then December. I stepped closer to the Manhattan Lodging House wishing I was already there, in the warmth and the feeling of safety. When I'm outside, you have no idea who could be out there. There are way to many weirdos out there, and that's basically why no one would let me out at night. I guess tonight, no one wanted to make sure I was safe. That's ok, because all I need is a blanket and a bed.
I walked up the steps of the Lodging House and turned the doorknob……..
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Please review, I know its been awhile
3always
SaMi~!