thank you so much to my 2 reviewers i really appreciate it you made my day
Smiley Cad- thank you this chapter will probably answer your questions about Aunt Linda but she does come back later in the story. and that so cool how your name is Cadriana almost like my character
Ccatt- thank you this chapter probably will take away most of the mystery about how she meets up with the newsies but I hope i can keep at least some mystery in this story lol
Chapter 2
I rested my head on the hard glass window of the train staring out at Chicago. The tall buildings looked majestic in the early morning light. Even though I had always lived there I had never really gotten a chance to explore it, as my brother had always tried to keep me inside. He never had told me why but I knew something had happened to our parents and it had really traumatized him. I guess he had put it upon himself that nothing would happen to me. I just wished he would of found a way to do this without isolating me from everything throughout my childhood. I signed to myself and heard the whistle blow as I felt the train begin to move. I scanned the group of people outside for James. I saw him and waved. He had a solemn look on him face as did I, and I knew that we both wished I could stay. But I knew this was probably for the best and I had to say goodbye.
As the train got moving I decided to try to get comfortable for the trip. I moved my bag under the seat and tried to lean back in my chair and rest but a overpowering unpleasant scent hit my nose and looked around to see what it could be. I groaned as I realized it was the supposedly expensive perfume of the woman sitting next to me. She was wearing what seemed to be a hot, scratchy fur coat and was babbling on to her poor husband about the prices of going across seas on some elaborate vacation. She turned to me as if she had heard and he eyes ran over my old green shirt which I had obviously out grown and my brothers hand-me-down black pants. She sniffed and moved a little away from me and starting complaining about this train not having first class seats. I groaned again leaning my head against the window.
---2 hours later---
I awoke to being jabbed in the stomach by an elbow. I jumped and immediately pushed who ever it was off of me. It took a few seconds to realize it was the stuffy woman sitting next to me. She apparently was trying to pull something away from her husband and I guess he had let go. They were arguing over something and I really didn't care what it was I just wanted to get off this train. I heard someone say we should be arriving soon and I picked up my bag. I looked through it to find the address where Aunt Linda lived In Queens and her picture. Unfortunately my brother hadn't known her last name. She was supposedly divorced and had possibly remarried. I didn't know what I was going to do if I couldn't find her. I looked back to her picture she looked only vaguely like the pictures of my mom, who was her sister. I wasn't sure I would enjoy living with her but I had to at least try it for my brother.
The train began to slow and I closed my bag and stuffed the papers in my pocket. I looked out of the window to see what my new home would look like. I smiled to myself as I thought 'Its another big city just like before, except I get to explore this one.' The train came to a stop and I waited impatiently in my seat as the woman gathered her many bags and started to go through her makeup case in search of something. She didn't seem like she was going to leave anytime soon so when our train car had almost cleared out, I jumped over the seat in front of us and left. I passed through the busy train station and out onto the streets of New York.
I had searched Queens for over an hour but I still hadn't found the right street. I had tried asking a few people for directions, including a boy selling newspapers but no one would help me. I finally found the right street and began my search for the street number.
When I had finally found the right house I was surprised. It looked almost fancy and was very clean and even had a small but well kept garden. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I waited a while, not wanting to shock her by just walking into her house. She hadn't been expecting me and the last time she saw me I was 4. Finally I began to get impatient and after one more knock on her door I opened it slightly.
"Aunt Linda?" I called. I was greeted by silence so I walked inside and was shocked by what I saw.
The house was extravagantly furnished but it looked like a hurricane had gone through it. I wandered a little further, curious if it was the result of just bad housekeeping or something more. I entered another room and saw broken figurines scattered on the floor and the painting that had a hole in it as if it had been punched. I looked on the walls and saw they were bare except for nails that must of once help many other paintings. Then I looked up at the ceiling to see a chain hanging down from where a chandelier had been. It took a few minutes for it sink in that she had been robbed.
I wandered around her house a little more to make sure she wasn't there. I found many more broken things and almost tripped on a smashed vase. I jumped when I thought I heard noise and I suddenly realized that I shouldn't be there. I was stupidly wondering through someone's house that had just been robbed and the thief could still be in there. I'm such an idiot,' I thought.
I left as fast as I could and went in search of one of the cops I had seen wandering the streets earlier. It didn't take me to long to find one. He was a rather chubby cop and was strutting down the sidewalk as if he owned it and was swinging a club. I grimaced. I had never really liked the cops and I still remembered being chased by one in Chicago, but I figured this situation called for their help.
"Officer?" I asked. He spun around looking annoyed at me.
"What do you want?" he said coldly.
"Officer someone robbed my aunts house. I came to live with her from Chicago and I went to her house and I cant find her and everything is broken. When I was in the house I thought I heard noise I think the robber might still be there," I said.
He looked at me suspiciously but agreed to check it out. I led him to her house and on the way he met up with another cop who came with us. We entered the house and they looked around a little.
"Well, she definitely was robbed," he stated.
I looked at him and felt a little indignant. 'What did he think I just went around making up stories like this for the hell of it.'
"Why don't you go wait in the kitchen while we investigate more," he said.
I stumbled around the house until I found the kitchen which was one of the few rooms that had not been destroyed. I sat down on the floor feeling like a little girl who had been excused from the room because someone felt she was to immature to handle the information. I felt frustrated and started to take my anger out on the hem of my pants.
Half an hour later the they burst into the room and I stood up expectantly.
"Did you find out anything," I asked.
"We know who did it," he said.
"Wow the was fast. Have you seen my Aunt or do you have any idea where...."
He cut me off.
"Comon goily drop the act. We know it was you," said the second cop. I stared at him not believing he had just said that. Then I just felt mad.
"What the hell!!!?! Why would it be me? I just got into this damn city today. Why would steal from my own aunt? And even more so why would I go and be the one who tells you afterwards?" I yelled angrily.
"Watch you language goily. And you coming and telling us was to try to get us off your path, and make us think you wouldn't be the one who did it. But you were wrong. Now come here, we have to take you to the refuge," he said.
"No your the one who's wrong. I didn't do it. Your don't even have proof," I said angrily. He lunged at me but I punched him in the gut and was surprised when he stumbled back a few steps into the other cop. I climbed out the window and took off down the street running as fast as I could.
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please review and tell me what you think anything would b helpful. thanks sorry if parts of this were boring i'm starting to wonder if writing this in first person was a bad idea lol
Smiley Cad- thank you this chapter will probably answer your questions about Aunt Linda but she does come back later in the story. and that so cool how your name is Cadriana almost like my character
Ccatt- thank you this chapter probably will take away most of the mystery about how she meets up with the newsies but I hope i can keep at least some mystery in this story lol
Chapter 2
I rested my head on the hard glass window of the train staring out at Chicago. The tall buildings looked majestic in the early morning light. Even though I had always lived there I had never really gotten a chance to explore it, as my brother had always tried to keep me inside. He never had told me why but I knew something had happened to our parents and it had really traumatized him. I guess he had put it upon himself that nothing would happen to me. I just wished he would of found a way to do this without isolating me from everything throughout my childhood. I signed to myself and heard the whistle blow as I felt the train begin to move. I scanned the group of people outside for James. I saw him and waved. He had a solemn look on him face as did I, and I knew that we both wished I could stay. But I knew this was probably for the best and I had to say goodbye.
As the train got moving I decided to try to get comfortable for the trip. I moved my bag under the seat and tried to lean back in my chair and rest but a overpowering unpleasant scent hit my nose and looked around to see what it could be. I groaned as I realized it was the supposedly expensive perfume of the woman sitting next to me. She was wearing what seemed to be a hot, scratchy fur coat and was babbling on to her poor husband about the prices of going across seas on some elaborate vacation. She turned to me as if she had heard and he eyes ran over my old green shirt which I had obviously out grown and my brothers hand-me-down black pants. She sniffed and moved a little away from me and starting complaining about this train not having first class seats. I groaned again leaning my head against the window.
---2 hours later---
I awoke to being jabbed in the stomach by an elbow. I jumped and immediately pushed who ever it was off of me. It took a few seconds to realize it was the stuffy woman sitting next to me. She apparently was trying to pull something away from her husband and I guess he had let go. They were arguing over something and I really didn't care what it was I just wanted to get off this train. I heard someone say we should be arriving soon and I picked up my bag. I looked through it to find the address where Aunt Linda lived In Queens and her picture. Unfortunately my brother hadn't known her last name. She was supposedly divorced and had possibly remarried. I didn't know what I was going to do if I couldn't find her. I looked back to her picture she looked only vaguely like the pictures of my mom, who was her sister. I wasn't sure I would enjoy living with her but I had to at least try it for my brother.
The train began to slow and I closed my bag and stuffed the papers in my pocket. I looked out of the window to see what my new home would look like. I smiled to myself as I thought 'Its another big city just like before, except I get to explore this one.' The train came to a stop and I waited impatiently in my seat as the woman gathered her many bags and started to go through her makeup case in search of something. She didn't seem like she was going to leave anytime soon so when our train car had almost cleared out, I jumped over the seat in front of us and left. I passed through the busy train station and out onto the streets of New York.
I had searched Queens for over an hour but I still hadn't found the right street. I had tried asking a few people for directions, including a boy selling newspapers but no one would help me. I finally found the right street and began my search for the street number.
When I had finally found the right house I was surprised. It looked almost fancy and was very clean and even had a small but well kept garden. I knocked on the door but no one answered. I waited a while, not wanting to shock her by just walking into her house. She hadn't been expecting me and the last time she saw me I was 4. Finally I began to get impatient and after one more knock on her door I opened it slightly.
"Aunt Linda?" I called. I was greeted by silence so I walked inside and was shocked by what I saw.
The house was extravagantly furnished but it looked like a hurricane had gone through it. I wandered a little further, curious if it was the result of just bad housekeeping or something more. I entered another room and saw broken figurines scattered on the floor and the painting that had a hole in it as if it had been punched. I looked on the walls and saw they were bare except for nails that must of once help many other paintings. Then I looked up at the ceiling to see a chain hanging down from where a chandelier had been. It took a few minutes for it sink in that she had been robbed.
I wandered around her house a little more to make sure she wasn't there. I found many more broken things and almost tripped on a smashed vase. I jumped when I thought I heard noise and I suddenly realized that I shouldn't be there. I was stupidly wondering through someone's house that had just been robbed and the thief could still be in there. I'm such an idiot,' I thought.
I left as fast as I could and went in search of one of the cops I had seen wandering the streets earlier. It didn't take me to long to find one. He was a rather chubby cop and was strutting down the sidewalk as if he owned it and was swinging a club. I grimaced. I had never really liked the cops and I still remembered being chased by one in Chicago, but I figured this situation called for their help.
"Officer?" I asked. He spun around looking annoyed at me.
"What do you want?" he said coldly.
"Officer someone robbed my aunts house. I came to live with her from Chicago and I went to her house and I cant find her and everything is broken. When I was in the house I thought I heard noise I think the robber might still be there," I said.
He looked at me suspiciously but agreed to check it out. I led him to her house and on the way he met up with another cop who came with us. We entered the house and they looked around a little.
"Well, she definitely was robbed," he stated.
I looked at him and felt a little indignant. 'What did he think I just went around making up stories like this for the hell of it.'
"Why don't you go wait in the kitchen while we investigate more," he said.
I stumbled around the house until I found the kitchen which was one of the few rooms that had not been destroyed. I sat down on the floor feeling like a little girl who had been excused from the room because someone felt she was to immature to handle the information. I felt frustrated and started to take my anger out on the hem of my pants.
Half an hour later the they burst into the room and I stood up expectantly.
"Did you find out anything," I asked.
"We know who did it," he said.
"Wow the was fast. Have you seen my Aunt or do you have any idea where...."
He cut me off.
"Comon goily drop the act. We know it was you," said the second cop. I stared at him not believing he had just said that. Then I just felt mad.
"What the hell!!!?! Why would it be me? I just got into this damn city today. Why would steal from my own aunt? And even more so why would I go and be the one who tells you afterwards?" I yelled angrily.
"Watch you language goily. And you coming and telling us was to try to get us off your path, and make us think you wouldn't be the one who did it. But you were wrong. Now come here, we have to take you to the refuge," he said.
"No your the one who's wrong. I didn't do it. Your don't even have proof," I said angrily. He lunged at me but I punched him in the gut and was surprised when he stumbled back a few steps into the other cop. I climbed out the window and took off down the street running as fast as I could.
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please review and tell me what you think anything would b helpful. thanks sorry if parts of this were boring i'm starting to wonder if writing this in first person was a bad idea lol