What Goes Through Your Mind
Disclaimer: I don't own the newsies, Ears, or Britts. I own my character and that's it.
Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and sent a CC or is about to send a CC. It's still open if anyone else is interested. I love the characters. If anything seems out of character, please tell me.
Shout Outs:
GeometryGal – Hey, hope you like your character. Tell me if anything seems out of character at all. Clay Aiken does rock, doesn't he? I'm glad you like this story.
FrenchyGoil – Of course I like your character. She was fun to write. Hope you like it. Happy end…hmmm…I don't know yet. I'll just let it be a surprise.
Dreamer Conlon – I promise that you'll be in the next chapter. My computer was being stupid today and I couldn't get on the Internet until around 9 at night, but I could get on Word, so I went ahead and wrote this chapter. I hope you understand.
Walking down the street, my mind was swirling with the thoughts at what had just happened. Why had I been so stupid? How could I sit by a lighted window and expect not to get caught? I was glad that I had gotten away just in time though. It would have been better if he hadn't been the cause of me staring in the first place.
The lights of the streetlamps were comforting in a way. For once, I wasn't invisible. Anyone could see me from a distance, even though no one was around to look anyway. I liked the dark actually. It was really calming sometimes, allowed me to think, even though I did enough of that anyway. Maybe that was my problem, I think too much.
Once I reached an alleyway that seemed less threatening than the others, I walked inside. Some old boxes would help to keep the wind from blowing on me from all sides. Sitting in an opening the boxes had made, I reached into my pocket. I only needed to feel the locket again and maybe everything would be all right.
My mom had given it to me the day she sent me to live with my horrible relatives. Dad had given it to her on their first anniversary. He said that when she closed it, they were together always, no matter what happened. She wanted me to have it, so that me, my mom and dad, would always be together. They would never really leave me.
When the familiar heart-shaped metal never touched my fingers, I frantically searched my other pockets. What had I done with it? I searched the alleyway hurriedly, hoping to see the metal object captured in the light above. I barely noticed the tears flowing down my face as I finally realized that it was gone. The only memory of my family had disappeared.
"No," I whispered inaudibly, "It can't be gone. We were supposed to be together forever." Where had I dropped it? All I remember is running and the panic I felt. The restaurant! Had I dropped it there? I couldn't remember anything. That place…maybe it was still open.
Forgetting about getting a warm place to sleep for the night, I raced back out the alleyway. Okay, now where do I go? Tracing my steps back, I turned to the right. Within minutes, the familiar door appeared in front of me. I quickly grabbed the doorknob and turned. Locked! I pounded on the door a few times, hoping that maybe someone was still there. No answer.
I dropped to my knees. I suddenly realized how tired I was. I might as well stay here for the night. It was as safe a place as any other. Besides, maybe in the morning, I would find the locket here. Maybe someone found it and is waiting for the owner to come and claim it. I wanted to be here as early as possible for that…and what better way than to be here as soon as the sun rises?
"Are you okay," a voice woke me in the morning. I slowly opened my eyes to see someone standing over me. I quickly sat up in surprise. The person gasped and took a quick step back.
"What are you doing here," they asked me. Blinking quickly to adjust to the light, I looked up at them. A girl with wavy, reddish-brown hair and brown eyes was staring at me. She stood at 5 foot 5.
The memories of the night before suddenly flooded through my mind. I had almost forgotten why I was there. Then I saw the familiar alleyway where I had run into the previous night and felt the empty pocket.
"I'm looking for something," I answered cautiously, "something I lost." She just appeared to be more confused as to what I was doing there.
"And you think you lost it here," she asked. Suddenly, she looked like she understood, "You're the girl from last night, aren't you?"
"You work here," I asked.
"Yeah," she answered, "I'm Brittany or Britts by my friends." She waited for me to tell her my name, but I didn't say a word. Her smile vanished slowly.
"Did I drop anything yesterday," I questioned, breaking the awkward silence between us. Please tell me I did, I begged her in my mind. Don't ask me what it is. I hated explaining it to people, especially those that I didn't know.
"I don't think so," Britts replied, "Look, are you hungry, cause I can grab you something real quick."
"No thanks," I told her, standing up quickly and running off. I now knew where I had dropped it. Right by that lodging house, since I had seen those boys inside. Hopefully, they weren't there.
"What's that," Flora, or Ears asked Mush on the way to Tibby's. She was pointing to the silver trinket that he was carrying. He had been examining it very closely for several minutes.
Ears had wavy blonde hair with red highlights and dark blue eyes. She had freckles on her nose and was around Race's height. She was 17 years old.
"A locket," Mush answered, stating the obvious.
"Where'd you get it," she prompted, hoping that he would get the hint.
"This girl dropped it," Blink came into the conversation, "Mush saw her right outside our window last night."
"So that's what I heard last night," Ears commented, "I wondered what all the yelling was about. It seems that one of you has a secret admirer." She smiled at them teasingly. Several of the guys laughed.
"I wonder who she was," Mush wondered, not seeming to notice that he had said it out loud.
"I'd rather know what she was doing there," Race said right beside Mush, causing him to jump in surprise. He had forgotten that his friend had been standing right there.
"Same here," Jack agreed, "Let me see that locket." Mush reluctantly handed it over. Jack opened it and studied the pictures inside.
"I don't think pictures will help us discover who she is Jack," Davey said. He hadn't been there when it had happened, but he had heard all about it in the morning, "You know how many people are out on the streets, she could be any one of them."
"It was worth a try," Jack admitted before handing it back to Mush. Tibby's appeared in front of them and the group entered the diner, occupying some of the back booths. Race immediately pulled out a cigar and lit it quickly.
"Race, put that out," Britts told him, walking up to the group, "We're in a diner. I'm sure no one else wants to smell the smoke." He looked at her for a second before returning to what he had been doing.
"Race," Ears asked, slowly moving her hand forward. Race noticed this slight movement and his eyes went wide. He moved to jump up, attempting to get away with his precious cigar.
"Ears, don't," he said, as close to begging as he could actually get. Too late, she had already grabbed onto one of his ears and pulled, "Ow, let go!" She held out her hand and he dropped the cigar into it reluctantly. She let go and deposited the cigar into an ashtray. Several of the guys laughed at the scene.
"What can I get you," Britts asked, managing to control her laughter for a few seconds. She was too used to them acting this way. Everyone told her what they wanted. She turned to go until she noticed the locket still in Mush's hand, "What are you doing with that?"
"Some girl dropped it in the alleyway last night," he answered. Britts looked thoughtful for a second.
"Funny, I met someone this morning who said she had lost something," she told them. This immediately got the guys interest.
"Did she say what," Dutchy asked.
"No," Britts answered, "She ran off before I could even ask her. I didn't even get her name."
