Chapter 9
Eric was gone and things started to return to normal. Though a couple of days later things started to get interesting. One day a little girl showed up at my house. She couldn't have been more than four years old. She was very cute with dirty blonde hair just a little past her shoulders and bright blue eyes that looked confused.
"Can I help you?" I asked her.
"Yeah." She replied.
"Are you looking for someone?" I asked.
"Daddy!" she yelled and went running. I looked up to see Spot walk into the room. I have to tell you, he looked just as confused as I did. I gave him a questioning look as the girl jumped into his arms. Daddy?
"I don't think I'm your daddy." Spot stated looking at the girl.
"You have to be. Aunty told me that my daddy lived in Brooklyn." The girl responded. I have to admit, she did kind of look like Spot but she also kind of looked like Jack in a way too. Feisty happened to walk in at that moment.
"That must be Anna's kid." Feisty stated.
"Anna's kid? I didn't know she had a kid." Spot said a little confused.
"When Anna left Chicago, she was nine months pregnant." Feisty replied.
"What?"
"Yeah, she must have given birth and then, well, you know." Feisty said not wanting the girl to know about her mother's death.
"You mean he's not my daddy?" the girl asked pointing to Spot.
"No sweetie, he's not. He's your uncle." Feisty answered.
"Then where's my daddy?" the girl asked with tears in her eyes.
"He died." Feisty said. The girl buried her face in Spot's shoulder as she started to cry. I felt so bad for the poor girl. At least it explained why she looked like Spot and Jack.
"You can stay wit us." Spot said to her while looking over at me.
"Of course she can." I said. I didn't have the heart not to let her stay. She was so cute. The girl looked up with a tear stained face.
"I can?" she asked.
"Of course you can." I replied.
"You got a name?" Spot asked looking at the girl.
"Kirsten." The girl replied.
"Well Kirsten, let's go meet your uncles." Spot said and walked away.
As time went on, Kirsten and Spot became very close. Kirsten would often forget to call Spot uncle and call him daddy instead. Spot decided to unofficially adopt her. He loved her as a daughter and she loved him as a father. Kirsten was a joy to have with us. She was very smart for a four year old and could often notice things we couldn't.
The summer came and brought many wonderful things. In July, my mom, my aunt, Spot, and I flew to Boston for a week. We all had a wonderful time visiting historical sites and walking around Boston. A week after we got back, I went to camp again for a week. A week after camp, I turned 17. I had also gotten my license in June.
Spot had decided to enroll in school since he loved it so much. That meant that he had to give the leadership to someone else. I didn't want him to give up something he loved, but his mind was made up. He wanted to go to school. He also wanted to see the faces on the people in 1900 when he applied for jobs that he was smart even though he maybe a street rat in their eyes. So he gave the leadership to a boy named Dices. Well, Dices had never been a newsie before so Spot spent a lot of time teaching him the way things worked and why Brooklyn hated Harlem and the Bronx. David and Feisty had gotten engaged over the summer so Spot let them start up a girls lodging house in Brooklyn so that they had a place to live and they could start making some money. After the girls lodging house was set up, Feisty and Kirsten moved in. David's mom would not let him move in until David and Feisty were married. Kirsten came to visit us often. She usually came in the evening and Feisty would take care of her during the day when Spot was at school.
At school, Spot immediately became part of the popular crowd. Everyone wondered what he was doing with me since I was not part of that crowd. They thought he could do better than me but he just told them that I was the only one for him. Girls would try to entice him but he would tell them they were wasting their time. I would get a little jealous. I mean who wouldn't? He had beautiful and popular girls hitting on him. He could have dumped me at anytime. But I knew I could trust him though. He was mine and that's all I needed to know.
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AN: I'm sorry it took kind of a long time to update. I had finals yesterday and Thursday so I've been studying and last week (the week of the 5th) I was on cloud nine. I told the guy that I like that I liked him and he likes me too. He hasn't asked me out yet but I hoping. He may be waiting for Valentine's Day or our trip to Italy. I don't know. Anyways, my mind was not on my story at all that week. Sorry the chapter is short and sorry that it was kind of uneventful. I think it'll get a little more interesting a little later. I also have a new story idea in my head. It came to me as I was watching Newsies and studying, which I was watching more than studying. But anyways, I hope people will like it. It's about a middle class girl that gets kind of involved in the strike. It's from her point of view. It is not a romance, which is unusual for me but she does develop a crush on one of the newsies. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I will try to update soon. Thank you to all the people who reviewed my story.
Spot: I bet you had a good time last night.
Me: Actually it was really fun.
Spot: I bet it was since you got to spend the evening with Tom.
Me: Shut up Spot.
Spot: Wasn't he the only boy who came?
Me: Yes but there were two other people there.
Spot: Yeah, two other girls.
Me: Yeah so?
Spot: He knew he was the only boy that was going to be there and he still came. I wonder why.
Me: Shut up Spot.
Spot: What time did they leave?
Me: 11:20
Spot: Really. And why did you keep all the Cream Savers that were left over and not share them with the rest of us?
Me: Because Tom brought them.
Spot: Awww isn't that cute.
Me: Shut up Spot! *smiles like an idiot and blushes*
Spot: he he *smiles and walks away*
Me: Spot wipe that smile off your face.
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*~Dreamer Conlon~*