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August 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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A few days after sneaking out of the orphanage, Sydney was out of money and extremely hungry. She spotted a fruit vendor and casually walked towards him. She pretended to be admiring an apple till the vendor looked the other way. Then swiftly stashed the apple in her coat and quietly walked away.
"Yer purty good at dat," said an older looking boy in a think New York accent.
"What are you talking about?" Sydney asked, trying to look innocent.
"Dat apple," the boy continued, pointing at the bulge in her jacket.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sydney said firmly, not about to confess.
"Don make me go get da bulls lil' goil," the boy persisted.
"I'm sorry," Sydney said in a fit of fake sobs, "I was just so hungry, and my parents died, and I ain't got now where to go! I wasn't made to live on the streets. It's just that one little apple would help me survive another day! And I didn't think that that man would mind too much! But your right mister, I'll go give it back, it was wrong of me."
"Wow," the boy said in astonishment, "An apology, a believable cry, a guilt trip, and saying you'll give it back? You ain't jist purty good, you'se really, really good."
"What?" Sydney asked, wondering why this boy stopped her if it wasn't about the apple.
"Oh, 'scuse me. Me name's James Taylor, but me friends call me Jimmy," Jimmy said, holding out his hand.
"Well James, that's umm. nice to know. Bye," Sydney said turning away.
"Ouch. Well I jist t'ought maybe, you needed a place ta stay and some food. And I was gonna offah you a permanent place, if you helped out me and me friends."
'Shit Syd!' Christi said, 'A place to stay, and some food! Why are we still walking away?'
"What about living on our own?' Sydney murmured.
"Whad you'se say?" Jimmy asked.
'Syd you gotta eat soon. We don't gotta stay there forever!' Christi retorted.
"I said sure," Sydney replied as she crossed back to Jimmy and held out her hand, "The names Sydney, Sydney Everfield."
Jimmy smiled, shook her hand, and led Sydney to his friend's hideout.
As I turns out Jimmy was a member of one of the infamous gangs in New York. They were looking for someone small, stealthy, and desperate enough to take the job. Sydney was perfect.
"Dis is Grant, Mikey, Dan, Joe, and Audrey. She's da only goil in da family. 'Sides you a course. Guys, and Audrey," Jimmy added after a glare from Audrey, "Dis is Sydney, she says she willin' ta help us. I caught 'er stealin'. She's good."
"I wouldn't say dat, if ya caught 'er," Joe replied, smirking.
"True, but when I confronted 'er, she made me feel like shit for approachin a poor lil' goil dat was tryin ta survive. I almost said sorry for stopping her!" Jimmy explained.
"You must be good," Audrey said, patting Sydney on the back, "It takes a lot to make Jimmy feel bad. You must be one hell of an actress."
Sydney smiled, 'I think we're gonna get along good here, Christi." Christi didn't respond but Sydney knew she agreed.
Sydney quickly earned the gang's (or family's as they all called it) respect and trust, well as much trust you can receive in a gang. Sydney loved her new 'family', and amazingly enough so did Christi. Sydney cherished the closeness of the group, and Christi liked the fact that no one really trusted anyone else, meaning they weren't getting too close.
The group went around stealing anything they needed to survive, and occasionally reeking havoc here and there. Jimmy had grown extremely fond of Sydney and couldn't help but feel responsible for her, like an older brother or even a father. He made sure to keep her out of harms way and kept her away from the police.
August 1898. Streets of Brooklyn. New York
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A few days after sneaking out of the orphanage, Sydney was out of money and extremely hungry. She spotted a fruit vendor and casually walked towards him. She pretended to be admiring an apple till the vendor looked the other way. Then swiftly stashed the apple in her coat and quietly walked away.
"Yer purty good at dat," said an older looking boy in a think New York accent.
"What are you talking about?" Sydney asked, trying to look innocent.
"Dat apple," the boy continued, pointing at the bulge in her jacket.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Sydney said firmly, not about to confess.
"Don make me go get da bulls lil' goil," the boy persisted.
"I'm sorry," Sydney said in a fit of fake sobs, "I was just so hungry, and my parents died, and I ain't got now where to go! I wasn't made to live on the streets. It's just that one little apple would help me survive another day! And I didn't think that that man would mind too much! But your right mister, I'll go give it back, it was wrong of me."
"Wow," the boy said in astonishment, "An apology, a believable cry, a guilt trip, and saying you'll give it back? You ain't jist purty good, you'se really, really good."
"What?" Sydney asked, wondering why this boy stopped her if it wasn't about the apple.
"Oh, 'scuse me. Me name's James Taylor, but me friends call me Jimmy," Jimmy said, holding out his hand.
"Well James, that's umm. nice to know. Bye," Sydney said turning away.
"Ouch. Well I jist t'ought maybe, you needed a place ta stay and some food. And I was gonna offah you a permanent place, if you helped out me and me friends."
'Shit Syd!' Christi said, 'A place to stay, and some food! Why are we still walking away?'
"What about living on our own?' Sydney murmured.
"Whad you'se say?" Jimmy asked.
'Syd you gotta eat soon. We don't gotta stay there forever!' Christi retorted.
"I said sure," Sydney replied as she crossed back to Jimmy and held out her hand, "The names Sydney, Sydney Everfield."
Jimmy smiled, shook her hand, and led Sydney to his friend's hideout.
As I turns out Jimmy was a member of one of the infamous gangs in New York. They were looking for someone small, stealthy, and desperate enough to take the job. Sydney was perfect.
"Dis is Grant, Mikey, Dan, Joe, and Audrey. She's da only goil in da family. 'Sides you a course. Guys, and Audrey," Jimmy added after a glare from Audrey, "Dis is Sydney, she says she willin' ta help us. I caught 'er stealin'. She's good."
"I wouldn't say dat, if ya caught 'er," Joe replied, smirking.
"True, but when I confronted 'er, she made me feel like shit for approachin a poor lil' goil dat was tryin ta survive. I almost said sorry for stopping her!" Jimmy explained.
"You must be good," Audrey said, patting Sydney on the back, "It takes a lot to make Jimmy feel bad. You must be one hell of an actress."
Sydney smiled, 'I think we're gonna get along good here, Christi." Christi didn't respond but Sydney knew she agreed.
Sydney quickly earned the gang's (or family's as they all called it) respect and trust, well as much trust you can receive in a gang. Sydney loved her new 'family', and amazingly enough so did Christi. Sydney cherished the closeness of the group, and Christi liked the fact that no one really trusted anyone else, meaning they weren't getting too close.
The group went around stealing anything they needed to survive, and occasionally reeking havoc here and there. Jimmy had grown extremely fond of Sydney and couldn't help but feel responsible for her, like an older brother or even a father. He made sure to keep her out of harms way and kept her away from the police.