The Road Back To Brooklyn

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Chapter One

I could feel Race wince and turn away as I walked past. Even though I'se didn't see him do it, I felt it. He's one of the few people that I'se can say I actually know almost everything about him, but then again we'se all got our little secrets. Things hadn't been the same between us since I'se moved back to Brooklyn. It wasn't the fact that I actually moved back to Brooklyn, or that I'se had even moved away from him, if it was he would never have admitted it, but it was probably the fact that I went because I'se was told to. He knows that I am not the type of person who does something just because they are told to. In fact, I usually do the exact opposite of anything I am told...haha. If someone asked me to do something, then I might do it or at least think about doing it, but not when someone just tells me to do something without even asking. I am a suggestion goil myself. They are so much better than commands. I mean who doesn't? Its just that I had to deal with enough commands from my olda brotha. Not that he was all bad or anythin'. He just had to be well....himself and that's just about all you'se can say about the guy; He's himself.
Race was one of the people I'se call the "chosen" ones. The select few that I'se have chosen ta be my best pals. Don't tell anyone I call them that, its just k inda the term I use for them in my head. Not that I'm not great friends with all the otha guys and goils around here, they are just my best o' the best o' pals. Race was one of those "chosen" people and one of the few that know about my brotha. Its not that I don't like to tell people things, I'm all about sharin', but its just hat every otha kid around here has problems like mine or so much worse! I'se don't even really consider my "problem" a real problem at the moment. The only thing I'se would consider a problem is about my big brotha's boids Park. Its not that I'se don't like Park its just that he seems to like me a little too much and you know he didn't have to act on it knowing I'se didn't like him, but there's not much I'se can do about how he feels. I'm sure my brotha would have done something about it if he knew, but I'se was too afraid to tell him at first. Race had offered ta tell him for me a few times, but I'se told him it was somethin' I'se had to do on my own and I would.....eventually.
You see, you may have gussed this already, but my brotha is the leada of the Brooklyn Newsies Spot Conlon. That's pretty much the reason I'se was told ta move back ta Brooklyn. He thought he could protect me better or somethin' if I was closer to him. Personally I'se know that was part of it, but I'se also think he just wants ta have me around `im again. The sad thing is the whole "protectin' me bettah" thing was true. The only problem I'se had with it was I missed Race and my "chosen" ones so much! I'se didn't think it would be that hard to leave them since I'se was only a walk away in Brooklyn, but that one small walk seems to grow each time someone walks it. Race and I were best o' friends and now we are barely speakin'.

I suppose you'se are probably wonderin' what Spot had to protect me from. Well I'll tell ya.