What Dreams Are Made Of
by pixiedust
Chapter 2
a/n- Angelina is Italian not Spanish-just so you know!
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Angelina kept walking until she had reached the border between Brooklyn and Manhattan. 'Qui va bene (well here goes)' she thought to herself as she spotted a group of newsboys and headed over to them.
"Excuse me, but do you happen to know a boy wit the name Conlon?" she asked a tall dark-haired newsie
"Yeah, I'se knows Spot. Whah business ya got wid him goil?"
"Well I, uh, need to speak to him, it is very, very important," she said looking up at him with her greenish, gold-flecked eyes.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hoit ta take ya ta see 'im." With that, the newsie motioned for her to follow him.
They walked for what seemed like forever to Angelina who was muttering to herself in Italian, trying to figure out what to say when she saw him, if it was even the right person. Every once in a while the dark-haired newsie looked back at her, giving her a strange look.
'Grande, adesso deve pensare che sia matto (great now he must think I am crazy),' she thought to herself. 'oh bene (oh well).'
"Heah we ah', 'ome sweet 'ome," the newsie said to Angelina.
"Thank you so much."
"Aw, it was no problem," he said and started to walk into the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House
"Wait, what is your name?" Angelina asked him.
"Sharks."
"I'm Angelina."
"I know," he replied and lead her inside
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Cerri- thanks for the review!!!!
~*~pixiedust~*~
Chapter 2
a/n- Angelina is Italian not Spanish-just so you know!
~*~
Angelina kept walking until she had reached the border between Brooklyn and Manhattan. 'Qui va bene (well here goes)' she thought to herself as she spotted a group of newsboys and headed over to them.
"Excuse me, but do you happen to know a boy wit the name Conlon?" she asked a tall dark-haired newsie
"Yeah, I'se knows Spot. Whah business ya got wid him goil?"
"Well I, uh, need to speak to him, it is very, very important," she said looking up at him with her greenish, gold-flecked eyes.
"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hoit ta take ya ta see 'im." With that, the newsie motioned for her to follow him.
They walked for what seemed like forever to Angelina who was muttering to herself in Italian, trying to figure out what to say when she saw him, if it was even the right person. Every once in a while the dark-haired newsie looked back at her, giving her a strange look.
'Grande, adesso deve pensare che sia matto (great now he must think I am crazy),' she thought to herself. 'oh bene (oh well).'
"Heah we ah', 'ome sweet 'ome," the newsie said to Angelina.
"Thank you so much."
"Aw, it was no problem," he said and started to walk into the Brooklyn Newsboys Lodging House
"Wait, what is your name?" Angelina asked him.
"Sharks."
"I'm Angelina."
"I know," he replied and lead her inside
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Cerri- thanks for the review!!!!
~*~pixiedust~*~